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Aceyalone, |
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Aceyalone |
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Let the world know [Chorus] |
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I'm tight, |
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I'm raw I'm the baddest mother****er that |
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I ever saw |
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I'm cold winter flow like snow icerberg with the word, nigga that's not all |
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I'm live, and |
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I serve I'm the dopest mother****er that |
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I ever heard |
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I'm too to the max got facts and |
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I know the haps |
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But I'm so disturbed [Aceyalone] |
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If it wasn't for this hip-hop holdin me down |
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I'd probably be found runnin 'round the town like a maniac |
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Aimin at you niggaz but |
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I'm glad it never came to that |
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Grimey y'all 'til they climbin up the wall |
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Outlaw, pullin at the brick of insanity y'all |
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I won't call, cue on one on two |
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I'm on you like a cheap suit |
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To the ground like a deep root, |
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I need my medication |
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I feel sick, |
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I still get chills |
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My thoughts moves a hundred miles an hour with nobody at the wheel |
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And that's for real |
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I'll probably make a miracle before |
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I make a mill' [Chorus] [Aceyalone] |
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You want to hold me, but |
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I won't let you |
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I'll bet you the world that you can't defeat me |
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It's easier said than done, please believe me |
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And that part's easy, but here's where it gets |
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A little more complicate whenever we spit |
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The torch get lit, full force hit |
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You're fallin off your high horse into horseshit |
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Hear the cries, fire in the skies |
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Pyrotechnics, windows have eyes |
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What a pleasant surprise, everybody dies |
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The killer got a wig, yeah he covered up he lies |
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He's so fly, but he's insane [Chorus] - 2 |
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