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(w.. f.. d.. s..) aiyyo, aiyyo check this out man |
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Hah, aiyyo hah-hah |
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Aiyyo aiyyo, hah-hah |
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Nahnah, aiyyo, aiyyo |
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Damn |
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I'm the bomb, ringin off all types alarms |
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My palms, be swift with the pen like lynn swann's |
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Aggravated assault, against an mc |
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Beat him down with the mic and all types of pedigrees |
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It's mad real in da bricks, plus i roll thick |
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You can quote this, i'm the moby dick of dopeness |
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Bitch, walk the walk if you talk the talk |
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I dk new jerz, and dk-new york |
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I don't push a lot of vehicles, but i push a used one |
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With a tape deck, if it's feasible |
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Tell the truth, i don't own a lex coupe |
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But i get you souped when i rock respect due |
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I'sa nice nigga that wanna get diced |
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Slice the mic device like the body of christ twice |
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E double if you feel me hit me once |
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(a breaker one, a breaker two) |
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Cause trouble to you family and friends |
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Let me cut the bullshit, just hand me yo ends |
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Got caught out there cause you a mack without 10 |
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Punch you in your chin |
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The rucker, bringer, live from hell, but stay |
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Cooler than a double l |
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Turn a felony to a misdemeanor |
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Now the court subpeonaed me to get my act cleaner |
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Fuck that, still walk out holdin my strap |
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Blunt, grabbin my weiner |
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Now first of all i go for broke |
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Check the third quarter note, i make you feel like your water broke |
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Can't tell whether male or female |
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I fucked up your frame well, the monogram can't tell |
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All aboard my balls, cause my dick don't got a lot of room |
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For the rest of y'all |
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Grab on my pubics, let my music take flight |
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Rock indo and out-do, dick run in and out yo' |
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Bitch, about nine inch up the clit |
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Can you feel me comin, yeah i usually make em shit |
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I shines mc's up for auction |
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So i can sell em on saturday, keith put the bat away |
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Let's lay in the cut, so we can break his whole anatomy down |
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And turn into an ass-kicking holiday |
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Word, i rolls with the funklord |
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With more flavors than them motherfuckers on |
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Them benetton billboards |
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He's bleeding get the gauze |
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He shoulda knew def squad crew is who i kill for |
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Push the clip in, slide the top back |
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Make sure it's off safety, in case he wanna counteract |
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Shit like that get me vexed |
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So i crack your ass like corn while your bitch crack my beck's |
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Hah-hah |
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One deuce! one deuce |
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Aiyyo, catch this picture, of me in the mixture |
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So you won't forget the, black jack the ripper |
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Sorceror offin y'all with techniques |
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A universal lingo, with the odd speaks |
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Control more blacks than harlem week, freak |
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Smokin that leak at full peak |
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Peace to greg street, and underground radio technique |
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College radio, no i mack shit like maceo |
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Yeah, the east coast west coast dick giver |
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I oughta be an alkie, the way i hit liver |
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Deliver, the milk to your door, real raw |
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Shit you never seen before |
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So when you come inside, and do the front |
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Watch the double-pump shotgun and please don't run |
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Relax your minds, let your concious be free |
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And get money, and g's and roll these trees |
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This is dj saywhat?? on this motherfucker. |
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Comin to you live from wfds radio from da brick city. |
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