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Yeah |
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To all the real hardcore motherfuckers |
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Soft motherfuckers |
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With the bitches that don't give a fuck! |
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[chorus] |
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Now who wanna diss to get they reps a little _bigger_ |
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How many bitches wanna fuck this _yellow nigga_ |
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You get your whole crew cut like a scissor |
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Watch this world shake from the album i deliver |
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[verse one] |
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I threw a brownstone at brandy now she's changing faces |
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Standing in my aaron hall i'm blackstreet packin suitcases |
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Goin back to indiana, on the subway |
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Soul for real, missjones is my usher in church on sundays |
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Clear the runways, cause i'ma make you rappers my examples |
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Avoiding battling me like i'm eazy-e's blood samples |
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It's me and carey, nah never wrote no rhyme that's ordinary |
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Won't throw my life away on coke like darryl strawberry |
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Removing you skeletal system playing your ribs like xylophones |
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I'm nastier, leave you scraped and ashier than larry holmes |
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But ladies i ain't always violent |
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You could pump pump until the dawn, like adina howard |
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Can't you see, i'm notorious as total get |
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Uptown girls in bed, like billy joel do |
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Laverne and shirle, give us any room we'll break it |
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Remember you was wack remember ice cube had a jheri curl |
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Bammmmm!!!! dead on your car horn chump |
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My beat get messy as abortion on the ninth month |
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Now who be that, slap, did iiii do that? |
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Now whoopi goldberg goes steve urkel |
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But i'll leave your grill the color purple |
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Give you a dogg pound, could even dru down |
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Provoke me album is weak your whole shit sound like karaoke |
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Conversation, loss of limbs amputation |
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Head meaning decapitation rough like craig mack derm abrasion |
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Evil tendency, strong like miles davis heroin dependency |
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Fuckin up lives like teenage pregnancy |
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[verse two] |
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Them clowns like will smith got fast cars and fancy homes |
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But i'm headstrong, i could even break puffy combs |
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Some kids still doubtin and they girlfriend stalkin keep it real |
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We'll cross that bridge when we come to that anita hill |
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Now ever_last_, will never _last_, with no ghetto _pass_ |
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Leave you breathin hard like bitches at lamaze _class_ |
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Niggaz are slippin when they sippin gin and tonic |
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Smokin chronic jersey niggaz packin more handguns than harry connick |
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My style is welfare, half of you bitches is on it!! |
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Was born with a halo, when broke, i had to pawn it |
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I stir up controversy and sell i'm like sister souljah |
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So bring out bum-ass russell simmons cuz comedy's over |
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The lucci i'm worth is enough to deficit a nation |
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With media coverage like a hostage situation |
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(yeah and if you lovin them hoes you betta bounce back) |
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Tryin to make that bitch your wife she fucked |
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The whole new jersey drive (soundtrack) |
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High like stone temple pilots, pearl jams on tour |
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Rrrraahahrra rrrarhraarah i rips it like a chainsaw |
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Dig deep as truth go ahead and shoot your karl kani suit |
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In shock absorbing tired and i'm wide like a police informant |
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Pray with one eye open, shootin more led than zeppelin |
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Dysfunctional like the jackson's, death is my obsession |
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You comin through with thirty cowards think you causin fear |
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Rush lookin bust in your boosted donna karan gear |
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Now fuck the po-po, beats down the five-oh |
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Been there, done that, do it again tomorrow nigga |
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Sometimes i vibe inside a spot where nobody else knows me |
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Until i come hot steppin like ini kamoze |
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