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Dirty rotten scoundrel, that's what |
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I'm called, on the street |
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Could connive and cheat but rarely get beat |
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Ya see I'm streetwise, a con-game pro |
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Kickin' the |
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Bobby bullshit, too smart for |
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Willie Bobo |
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Not stressin' five-o, hot hand in celo |
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Live in the land of crooks yes |
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Brooklyn's the borough |
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Homicide central, |
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East New York |
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Where the manic, depressive psycho murderers stalk |
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Walk, like a ninja, on the asphalt |
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Here talk is cheap, you're outlined in chalk |
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And there's more hard times, than on good times |
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And most niggaz dedicate their life to crime |
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So I'm steady schemin', won't work for a dime |
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Used to get, tax free loot, all the time |
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Type slick can't fess on ' |
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Ru, because |
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Before trains were |
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Graffiti proof |
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I used to get loose |
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Dirty rotten since the days of the deuce |
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Dirty, because of the skin |
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I'm inThe fact |
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I have melanin automatically makes me a felon |
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Even though |
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I'm righteous, rotten's what you're yellin' |
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But I'm not chain-snatchin', or drug-sellin' |
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According to your books you said |
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I would be damned like |
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HamScoundrel opposite of the king that |
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I amBut wanna get funny, we can get bummy |
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Take you to the |
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East and back again money |
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Filthy purified trick, step past your sister |
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Challenge the |
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Damaja, and you'll be history |
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Mortal Kombat fatality, the original don't sing no |
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R and BNasty |
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MC deityChop off domes with the poems that come out of my pin-eal |
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Gland, as |
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I expand, you know who |
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I amFather of all stylin', |
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I be whylin' on wax |
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We hack shit up like big ax and little ax |
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Don't need tokes to make you jump like |
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BungeeTracks real muddy, like |
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Brooklyn's real grungy |
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When I come through |
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I clog up your sewer |
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Peep the maneuver, drop the ill manure |
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So bring Mr. |
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Clean, Drano, and |
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Roto Rooter |
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No matter what you do, you can't get through the |
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Crud that comes out of your system |
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You're another victim, of dirty rotten |
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Dirt up, in your grill, so what ya gonna do |
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But pay homage to |
