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(Chorus:) I got it for sale nigga i got it for sale. |
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if you want it come and get it cause i got it for sale. (x4) |
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(DJ Paul:) They call me the penny pinchin ebenezer |
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cause i only make shit that weighs heavy on ya tweeter. |
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some shit that's gonna blow through ya mutha f**kin speakers. |
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yall cats it too eager and no i dont believe ya. |
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yall cats aint got much but youll get burned. |
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from my hot touch get trapped in the flames. |
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get slapped in ya face. get out the game. |
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you aint in the right place. u must be out ya brain. |
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(Chorus) |
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(Juicy J:) Juicy J. put cats to shame. |
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Three 6 drop beats like acid rain. |
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I told yall before this aint a damn game. |
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you the weakest link. i be the damn chain. |
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if u a bitch than bitch gimme brains. |
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if you a clean shirt i be the blood stain. |
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when you get hurt i am the pain |
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that send signals to ya mutha f**kin' brain. |
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i maintain get change spit thangs in wite veins. |
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aint a damn thang changed. crystal clear like a picture frame. |
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me and crunchy black on a damn plane. |
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the architech and president off in the Range. |
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(DJ Paul:) i be quick to spot you before you get close. |
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im as good as a biscuit, like breakfast rolls. |
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stay out my business before i turn critical |
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scalp you like an indian ritual |
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cause yo my rhymes is too visual. |
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you wanna spit that shit but ya rhymes is too pitiful. |
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you cant get with me. the last samari |
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that you cant defeat and you wonder why |
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(Infamous:)i have no table manners |
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hit hard like a mutha f**kin sledge hammer. |
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got bitches from memphis to alabama. |
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they cant hang with my swag or nuttin. |
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you the ingine that could but im the wood. |
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shoot first ask questions later. |
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ill see ya now but wont see ya later |
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i just gave credit to the grave bruh. |
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i got the dough got the dro |
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got the hoes gotta speed up the flow |
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one mo time. catch scarcrow on the grind. |
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if you aint bout money dont waste my time. |
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Hypnotize always gon shine. |
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Leave hoes shot from a gun of mine like |
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(Chorus) |
