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Scrapin the pavement with his knuckles, gorilla like with it |
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Run a background check, bet you they say he livid |
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He got a voice out there mayne! |
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He don't wear a muzzle |
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West coast fixture, disrespect him you in trouble |
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Niggarish nigga, dig that with a shovel |
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Broccoli in the air, gathered up in a huddle' |
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Bout to blast off - like a space shuttle |
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RealHustlers |
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Unite.com, born in the struggle |
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Cain't be weak, gotta earn your keep |
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Gotta stay woke while everybody else asleep |
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Cause they dusty mayne, they dirty mayne, they'll try and sneak |
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Creep up on you from beind and make yo' melon leak |
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Watch yo' back, and yo' front |
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Gotta pack the kind of guns that hunters use to hunt |
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Braveheart, not a punk |
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It can go down at any time, be prepared for funk |
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I was built for this shit, seen cats get peeled in this shitfor either flappin they lips, or warrin over a chick |
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Either that or they snitch or owe somebody some chips |
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Used to flea flick and pitch, ****ed around and got rich! |
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So damn focused ferocious, man |
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I don't know if y'all noticed |
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I'm tryin to bubble like sodas it's funky like halitosis |
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Stanky gritty no pity, it's a killer in every city |
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On the ave where it's mannish, posted up with the many |
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Uhh! Back from a leave of absence |
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Got the block pregnant, now it's havin contractions |
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All boys, not girls like the |
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BraxtonsSellin that white like the |
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Kardashians |
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On the track like a weave! |
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Loaded as ****, geeked |
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Got a pint of that there oil and a zap of broccoli |
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And I wish a bitch |
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WOULD, try to slide through |
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I'm readyI'ma send him back in a box and |
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I ain't talkin 'bout a |
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ChevyI'm totin somethin heavy, that'll **** a ****er |
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UP!A cinnamon roll, look like a snake curled up |
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Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka, goes the hundred round drum |
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WOOOOOO, the amba-lambs, here they come |
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Flatlined, folks cryin, "My baby was an angel sir!" |
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But little did she know that her lil' devil was a finagler |
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A robber, a thief, a stealer, always into somethin |
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A peeler, runnin, from the po'-po' and the soil, he had it comin |
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BEOTCH BEO |
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TCH! |