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But I'ma let you tell it (Smash Squad) |
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And you can ask me who's the illest around (Statik) |
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But I'ma let you tell it |
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Yeah, I can probably tell you my opinion on that |
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But I'ma let you tell it (You show off) |
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Don't ask me, "Who the illest MC?" |
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I'ma let you tell it |
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It ain't rocket science |
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I know you ain't cock no iron |
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I know who you run behind if them shots was flyin' |
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I know who the crime, the crook, the lolly gag sets |
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The rhymes, the book, the hookers who probably have sex |
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The kinds, the shook ones, the pawns the rook |
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And how the lines would look if I'm hooked to a polygraph test |
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Call me papi, the best |
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The answer to the solution to the problem in hip hop |
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You copy the test |
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I'm the cockiest catch |
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You a throw |
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You the treat at the end of my hook |
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You the eaten |
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You a hoe |
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You seem to be about losin' |
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There seem to be parts of my style |
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Lingerin' in your bowel movement |
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I took the courage and built my |
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Own company |
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I own somethin' that's why I purchased the silk tie |
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This is words to live by |
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Watch your words |
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Cause words trigger the trigger herbs get killed by |
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Shut up it's two shooters |
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Bet I can give you a tip |
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Get a new whip |
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And set up a new jeweler |
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Get wet up this 2-2-1 |
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Light up your head and exit your lip |
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And sweat up your suit coolers |
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All your teams involved in things |
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That enter in your body and end all your dreams |
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Enter in your shoulder |
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Exit out your ass |
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Hittin' every organ like a pinball machine |
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