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Yo! |
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Get the **** off my dick and let me rip this shit! |
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I write raps, |
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And when niggaz bite, i clap, |
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'cos their shit sounds better now. |
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You done let me down, |
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I thought it would be dope, but instead, |
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Your shit's dead, |
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You gets fed |
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To the alligators lurking in the moat, |
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Peep what i wrote, |
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You bit so hard, i though your shit was a quote. |
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But still i'm taxing, axing the competition, |
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And any wack men, i stomp & dis 'em |
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Easily. |
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And you can feel the pressure, plus |
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When i bust mcs'll be |
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Trampling eachother trying to exit, |
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When i flex it, |
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The way i wreck shit is not unexpected. |
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Niggaz just lose when i choose |
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The best crews of mcs, |
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And turn 'em into refugees. |
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I slaughter a lotta mcs that are the |
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?styles i compiles?, and cut 'em up like ?vows?. |
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Think to yourself i write the shit |
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So you can bite the shit, |
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And i'll know, despite you get props. |
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[to da beat!] |
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Niggaz get dropped. |
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Sample: that's how it was and that's how it is! |
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Enough with this wackness, |
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Enough is my ?check?, |
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Enough with these mother****ers biting das efx. |
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I come real when i show skill, |
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(hey, yo, saafir!) you macked on that ho ill, |
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And that's for real, my flow still |
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Is everlasting, niggaz forever blasting |
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Shots when cash gets hot. |
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You're not fresh, so you hating when i be just |
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Ripping microphones without stating the obvious. |
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Now how much harder can it get? |
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Niggaz try to flow, but they soundin' like me |
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A year ago. |
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Shit, old, kaput, i got loot, |
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To the hos i'm cute, and so i always got boots. |
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It's me, so be free to feel the ?ivy swing?, |
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More niggaz got my back than rodney king. |
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I feel tight, knowing that the shit i write |
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Will be exposed to foes, and everyone will feel fright. |
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And you'll run and tell your man, "yo, peep this twist, |
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It's real, try to practise." but the mack is |
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Way ahead of ya, instead of ya wack sound, |
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I'm kickin' shit to make mcs back down. |
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Got rhymes that kills, fills many empty heads, |
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Niggaz can be dead, i got 'em in line, like ?stimpy?. |
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Red light, slow that shit down, bring it to a halt. |
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You're wack and it's all your fault |