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crikey! So |
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Solid. Oxide, |
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G-man, Lisa |
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Maffia, MA |
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C. crikey! [whispers] (Why ya wanna know, if it was me? What ya gonna do, if it was me?) |
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To my niggaz, kinda figures, |
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With their fingers, on the triggers. |
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To my niggaz, kinda figures, |
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With their fingers, on the triggers. |
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To my niggaz, kinda figures, |
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With their fingers, on the triggers. |
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To my niggaz, kinda figures, |
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With their fingers, on the triggers. [whispers end] |
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Yo I'm spittin', if it ain't said then it's written, |
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I fight my mother for the flows that |
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I'm givin' |
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Never give in, bust shows never missin', |
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Mad shots to ya chest, learn a lesson. |
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Your mother's at home and she's sweatin' and she's frettin', |
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Talk to the |
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Feds, then she's missin', |
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Say my name, then she's missin', |
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Spoil my game, then she's missin'. |
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I'm gonna get 'er when she cookin' in the kitchen, |
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At night, in her bed when she kippin'. |
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My gun's rippin', yo there's no slippin', |
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My gun's rippin', yo there's no slippin'. |
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When I'm blazin' |
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I'm grazin', |
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Burnin' bodies like raisins, |
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Puttin' bodies in basements. |
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And your crew is erasin', |
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Well white domination, |
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So Solid amazin'. |
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I know what's comin' though, it's more dough, |
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Flossin my clique, spittin' my flows. |
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This is my dough, my flow's, |
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Keepin' niggaz on their knees and tha bitches on their toes. |
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You see my dough, uh no no, |
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First lady lettin' all'v her chicks dem know. |
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Dem know, dem know, |
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Keepin' niggaz on their knees and tha bitches on their toes. |
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Why ya wanna know, if it was me? |
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What ya gonna do, if it was me? |
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Now I'm makin' the riches, wanna know about me, |
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But didn't give a fuck about me? |
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Why ya wanna know, if it was me? |
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What ya gonna do, if it was me? |
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Now I'm makin' the riches, wanna know about me, |
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But didn't give a fuck about me? |
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To my niggaz, kinda figures, |
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With their fingers, on the triggers. |
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To my niggaz kinda figures with their fingers on the triggers get set, |
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Oxide on the set. |
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To my niggaz, kinda figures, |
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With their fingers, on the triggers. |
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To my niggaz kinda figures with their fingers on the triggers get set, |
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Oxide on the set. |
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Rip out the set, blow up the set, |
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I'm a vet, you ain't heard nothin' yet. |
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Rip out the set, blow up the set, |
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I'm a vet, you ain't heard nothin' yet. |
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Messy, as in a guy can't test me, |
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They're aimin' at my head but |
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I still wear a vest |
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G. Messy, you better know how to address me, |
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I stay five with my |
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So Solid family. |
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Messy, I'm gettin' messy and |
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I'm ready, |
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I'm goin' platinum and |
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I'm gonna stay steady. |
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Messy, I'm gettin' messy and |
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I'm ready, |
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I'm gonna go platinum, stay steady. |
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MAC's got something to say, |
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I'm gonna keep on flowin', never fade away, yo. |
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I know you playa haterz playa hate, |
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But the more you playa hate the more i make the grade. |
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I were chillin', now |
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I'm back in shape, |
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I got a hunger for the mic so |
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I won't hesitate. |
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I levitate, |
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I elevate, regulate, |
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Devastate, spit rhythm like a snake. (Snake snake snake snake snake snake snake snake) |
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Rhythm like a snake (Snake snake snake snake snake snake snake snake) |
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I know what's comin' though, it's more dough, |
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Flossin my clique, spittin' my flows, |
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This is my dough, my flow's, |
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Keepin' niggaz on their knees and tha bitches on their toes. |
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You see my dough, uh no no, |
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First lady lettin' all'v her chicks dem know. |
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Dem know, dem know, |
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Keepin' niggaz on their knees and tha bitches on their toes. |
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Why ya wanna know, if it was me? |
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What ya gonna do, if it was me? |
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Now I'm makin' the riches, wanna know about me, |
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But didn't give a fuck about me? |
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Why ya wanna know, if it was me? |
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What ya gonna do, if it was me? |
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Now I'm makin' the riches, wanna know about me, |
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But didn't give a fuck about me? |
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So Solid. |
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Oxide, G-man, |
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Lisa Maffia, |
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MAC. I'm cunnin' when |
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I'm pullin' on my britches, |
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I'm pullin' switches and britches, and puttin' bullets in snitches. |
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And here be clockin' an' watchin' my figures wit' a snake eye. |
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But you niggaz you be fake guys, you be real imitate guys, |
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Are you watchin' my blink eyes, why you watchin' my blink eyes? |
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Don't be watchin' my niggaz or no be clockin' my figure, |
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Becau' my niggaz deliver the death blow, |
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So Solid So. |