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(Intro) |
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Yeah |
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One, two |
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One, two |
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One, two |
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Yeah |
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One, two |
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One, two |
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One, two |
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Aight look |
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Yeah |
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(Verse 1) |
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Anybody think they can't test the bol, prolly |
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Word bond, this is the best, that Sean Connery |
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We pure, come from the chest of Bob Marley |
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Abstain from the ways of the flesh, that's not godly |
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Cube started out on the west with my posse |
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No pork I don't put mess in my body |
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Bullets gonna rip through the vest like hot saki |
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Always gonna give you the best, but not Robby |
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Everything herb and liquor like hot toddy |
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We gon' trick 31 like Rob Zombie |
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You can't control the drum, you rock sloppy |
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I don't play second fiddle, I'm not Scottie |
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If Vinnie gonna spray the block, he rock shotty |
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The .45 caliber kick and stop Roddy's |
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Weisenthal loaded the clip and shot Nazis |
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Now to rhyme, made a decision and shot Ghandi |
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(Chorus: Eamon) |
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Please don't make me feel like I gotta bust a shot. Hoo! |
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(One two) Shot |
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(Yeah, yeah) |
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Please don't make me feel like I gotta cock this nine. Hoo! |
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(One two) Nine |
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Hah hah |
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(Verse 2) |
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There's no choice wielding here, salute Generals |
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Cops trying to get him on lock to boost Federal |
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They said Vinnie one of the best but too technical |
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When I tried slowin' it down it's too sensical |
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The covenant dark in the soul, the Blue Sentinal |
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Call this little 9 a dime and shoot ten at you |
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The mark that we made in the game, too indelible |
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God made dirt, and dirt produce vegetables |
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My heart pumps, runnin' the lane, you move minimal |
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It's octopus slums so beware a few tentacles |
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The rhyme too fine and the wine too delectable |
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My voice wave stronger than yours, it move decibals |
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Manowar making it loud and move decibal |
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The snare don't knock and the kick is too minimal |
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Sayin' that you're better than dirt is too literal |
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Straight left over the jab induce medical |
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Muerte |
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(Chorus: Eamon) |
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Please don't make me feel like I gotta bust a shot. Hoo! |
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(One two) Shot |
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Please don't make me feel like I gotta cock this nine. Hoo! |
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(One two) Nine |
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Hah hah |
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(outro) |
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Yeah |
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Stoupe what up |