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[Prodigy] "...feelings hurt" |
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[Redman] "Now act stupid, I'll pop the trunk" |
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[Prodigy] "Try to react and get them motherfuckin' feelings hurt" |
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[Chorus x5] |
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"Nigga!" |
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[Redman] "Now act stupid, I'll pop the trunk" |
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[Prodigy] "Try to react and get them motherfuckin' feelings hurt" |
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[Larry-O] |
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It's gonna be a suicide goin' up against a army |
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Niggas get the wrong idea, like they can harm me |
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The Ebony Capone lightin' bless on the throne |
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My blow-out cleans in the sun like chrome |
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Livin' off the hustle blowin' my fuse |
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Bouncin' in and outta airports and cocaine shoes |
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The thug is on 'cause society failed me |
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When I creep through the streets |
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I take steps of death daily (Nigga!) |
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I never gave a fuck about shit |
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Now don't slip, 'cause I was disciplined from the hip |
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Or waistline like G-Rap I don't waste mine |
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I'm paralyzing punks, I'm loadin' nines on they spine |
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As soon as they drop, I boogy up the block |
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And count my c-notes wit Triple Beam and Dino |
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Now these is playas that's never caught guessin' |
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All-out hustlers, pimps in they profession |
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Y'all better know when you fucking with a pro |
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It's a serious thing duke, I gots to let you know... |
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[Prodigy] "You get your feelings hurt" |
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[Chorus x4] |
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[Larry-O] |
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Here come that big-time nigga |
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The slickest crime thinker (who?) |
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The sickest roots cannon, applyin' pressure on triggers |
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You better not move an inch or flinch |
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'Cause you was popping mad shit now let me see the bad shit |
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Fuck around, you best be ready |
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You petty, I make you motherfuckers hot as the Serengeti |
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I be the baddest motherfucker on this mic piece |
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Relentless lyricist, niggas hoping that I might cease |
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Or, slow down some |
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I...stimulate the mic like a tongue make a bitch cum |
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Sippin OE, living life to the T |
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Making licks for Lucci simultaneously |
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See mad niggas walk around with frowns (why?) |
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I'm shuttin' 'em down like clowns |
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A clean sweep, when I creep on ya clique |
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Like the Grim Reap |
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I freaked your technique rhyming in my sleep |
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Megatose and verbal venom combined |
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I drop you six feet deep with lines nigga, you get your |
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[Prodigy] "...feelings hurt" |
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[Chorus: repeat to fade] |
