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Oh my God, oh my |
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GodMicrophone checka, swingin' sword lecture |
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Closin' down the sector, supreme neck protector |
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Better warn 'em kid, |
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Mr. Meth's a boiling pot |
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About to blow his lid from the pressure, too hot for |
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TVFor cheesy, too many wanna be hard be easy |
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It's all an' together, going all out together |
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It don't take much to please me |
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Still homes |
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I'm never satisfy like the stones |
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We don't condone bitin' see them skull and crossbones |
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Protecting what |
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I'm writing |
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Don't clash with the |
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Titan who blast with a license |
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To kill rap reciting |
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Come on, in the zone with ya nigga from the group home |
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Tical, fuck your lifestyle |
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Put your lights out |
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Get the shit to crackin' got you feelin' with your pipes out |
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Time for some action, surfin' the avenue |
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Mad at you, where |
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I used to battle crews |
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Back when |
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Antoinette had that attitude |
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Cover me I'm going in, walls closing in |
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Got us bustin' off these pistols |
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My niggas got issues, again, same song |
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Armed with the mega bomb |
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Blow you out the frame and then |
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I'm goneYo, |
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I was going too but we roam, cellular phones |
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Doc-Meth back in the flesh, blood and bones |
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Don't condone, spit bank loans and homegrown |
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Suckers break like turbo and ozone |
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When I, grab the broom, moon-walk platoon hawk my goons bark |
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Leave you in a blue lagoon lost, true |
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Three nines and a glove with |
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Nasu he dying in the car |
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While we behind on the bars |
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Haters don't touch, what? |
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Weigh us both up |
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Now my neighbor dope up |
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Got the cable hooked up, all channels |
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Lift my shirt all mammals |
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You ship off keys and we ship grand pianos |
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Sawed off shotgun hand on the pump, sippin' on a forty |
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Yo smokin' on a blunt |
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Bust my gun and red and |
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Meth gettin' jumped |
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La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la |
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Yeah, come on, red and |
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Meth gettin' jumped |
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La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la |
