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Shady, old mix |
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Back, second round's on me |
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Kuniva, Cashis, |
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Stat Quo, |
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Bobby Creekwater |
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Obie Trice, what?*** didn't kill me |
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Now a **** gon' get |
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Peel my cap back, |
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I'm never at home |
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I'm somewhere with my **** restin' on a **** tongue |
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Sippin' on |
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Don Perion while she's sippin' up them **** |
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Yeah, bet you hate the news holmes |
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You probably somewhere sittin' on the stoop huh |
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Sippin' on the **** plottin' to **** me later huh |
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When will a hater learn |
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I'm too great on a song |
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I **** on the corner, send weight to the coroner |
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When courage make 'em turn performer |
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I transform into |
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Uma Thurman, a dude's virgin |
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Verses lettin' superfulious with no purpose **** |
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Continue to walk this earth's surface |
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I was birthed for hip-hop branch out my services |
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Ya try to **** this **** that's comin' from the same turf as yas |
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What nerves have yas**** because your hussles ain't worth a **** |
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I'm gettin' rich |
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I'm on my way to |
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Hugh Hefner's |
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Dig? With a **** you in the trenches tryin' to reach it big |
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On another rapper's **** go on represent where you live |
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Know you annoyed but don't make the mistake |
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I'm state to state in that |
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Honda ****, not an |
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AccordI'm in that |
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Honda G4 you will never afford |
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And yup it's probably ease when a **** is on board |
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I know, cry now |
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I know, cry now |
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I know, cry now |
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I knowI'll be damned if |
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I let a **** lay his hands on me |
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I'll lay his **** out and park a grand dam on him |
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The city where the weak survive and the strong die |
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Where beef collides **** happen and hit the wrong guy |
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I done seen the worst of the worst and what can be worse |
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Than a verse about **** dispersed up in your shirt |
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The streets is like a curse **** frontin' for a **** |
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It's like you beggin' to die like bear huntin' with a switch |
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A part of my heart is gone |
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I could never smile the same**** finger is itchy it'll take awhile to tame |
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Detroit is hella dirty but the dozen can fix it |
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Resist and the biscuit will exceed the distance |
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And bounce off one's home hit and riquoche off a kid's trombone |
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Right to where you **** lay |
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Obie can tell you that death is just a few inches away |
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Y'all shed tears but y'all can get your feel of it today |
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I knowI know |
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I knowI know |
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Laugh now cry never my **** is a body part |
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Hit him with just enough **** to make his body hard |
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Now I feel like we even see |
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Creek is here |
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To shine a light on you **** diseasin' |
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Soon as I get my karma right on |
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Lindsy Rose |
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I'm leavin' |
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Load up a **** and make it dark on them heroes |
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I'm cheesin'**** they got snitches on the clock gotta watch what |
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I'm sayin' |
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Me buy a **** a couple rocks and the watch quit playin' |
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Back on my greasy my neezy nobody bread whippin |
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And for them ****' spectators |
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I brought the band with me |
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Halftime **** and grab pine you will never grab mine **** |
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The dolli's was lyin' when he said you was gon' be fine **** |
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CashisWitness art of war in the phyical |
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Since raw coke was rushed through my umbilical |
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And no words from cash mouth is fixin' |
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Ready with dope **** |
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I'm ever dissin' |
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My aura of war is raw to the core |
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The surface of the street when |
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I walk through the door |
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My purpose is to move up pull tools you perpin' |
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Watch me overthrow the government in my turban |
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Plot up and line up solo mia |
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Prayin' to proof |
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I'm searchin' for |
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Jerry Garcia |
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Talk to my brother gone in the streets of the |
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DI'm talkin' to **** and hopin' **** waitin' on me |
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Take the first shot then, the second round's on me |
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And when the wars on the other side, me and my brother ride |
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I don't rap for the plaques my contracts signed just for scraps |
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To get you wack **** |
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With a gun with a **** with a bat |
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Take a **** through the lung, get you right what you rappin' **** |
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I'm born crazy raised in more fame |
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It's the clappin' down **** for entertainment |
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I know, cry now |
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I know, cry now |
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I know, cry now |
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I knowYoung stack he the **** on tuck want war |
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I don't give a **** till you kiss and pucker up |
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It'll lift 'em up believe me you'll flow |
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Duracell is your family heart broke |
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Lookin' like an artichoke vegetable |
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Ho's stiff **** paralyzed from the neck down |
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My goon stick **** turn soldiers to stick figures |
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Hand on **** real life born **** |
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We roll out like four wheelers, **** sent us |
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From backstabbers and gold diggers tipsy off brown liquor |
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Watch me obnoxious broad call me cocky |
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Poppin' long **** stabbed it out the box like hockey |
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Especially when a **** ride it like jockey |
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From the Benz to the range to the black |
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JoloppyI'm the **** the only one who ain't heard is |
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FoxyFormalize a plan no man can stop me ball all, |
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Stat Quo understand |
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Ya copy?I know, cry now |
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I know, cry now |
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I know, cry now |
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I knowShady |
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It's the re-up |
