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Disturbing the peace, swerving in Suburbans from beef |
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Cops lurking, still searching me for murdering beats |
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I heard that you sweet, niggas look like girls when you speak |
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Crying all the time cause I'm around the world with my heat |
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The urban thief,(?) herb on the street |
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You heard that we deep? Nigga we like birds in the tree |
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Dirty my trees for scuffling in church with the priest |
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Pharaoh clique clack the rebirth of MCs |
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First to squeeze, stomp you on your turf if I please |
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Mercy me, understand the words that I teach |
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The verse is complete and really what you're worth to me |
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Dinosaur Ds and fitteds with the purplest leaves |
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[Verse 2: Planetary] |
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You in the big leagues dawg so you better get more raps |
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Labels more sheisty and they hit you with more stress |
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This rap shit got fam thinking we more black |
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Freedom from our contracts, album with more cheques |
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I came in this game self-centered with big nuts |
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I watched a lot of big-mouth rappers get jigged up |
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Now we at the round table holding our drinks up |
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Or backstage on tour blowing that stink up |
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As little kids we was all singing can it be |
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Now with my family drinking under canopies |
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Reef, A-O, a glimpse on thug fantasy |
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A fireplace, white gold mantel under our Grammy beats |
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[Verse 3: Demoz] |
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Definition of nice, it just took me a little time |
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I talk to the mic, you scream at it like Lil' John |
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These DVD video shoots lying about |
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When niggas out here is spitting is true |
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These little niggas claustrophobic scared to get in the booth |
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What you spitting is funny, |
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I'm McScrooge, I be swimming in money |
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Ask for a war you're getting it from me |
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Ask for an el, you ain't getting it from me |
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Probably a blunt, is you getting me dummy? |
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Probably a chump, aw nigga you funny |
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(?) all my niggas is hungery, now hit 'em up (?) |
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On my shit again, black mask, Timberlands |
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Mack out, looking for a crack in the crackhouse |
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Nigga what you stash 'bout? Blueprint back route |
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Fast pourin' in you fuckin' fiends with your ass out |
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Assed out, you's a fruitcake nigga |
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I stab you in the back cause I'm two-faced, nigga |
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[Verse 4: Vinnie Paz] |
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I am unearthly, I am darkness, the Suns curse me |
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I let the homicides begin like a young Percy |
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Anybody competing with me is unworthy |
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Anyone shooting three at me is in a Suns' jersey |
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I was born as a Catholic but the nuns turned me |
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I was born as a pacifist but the guns turned me |
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I was born to be a beautiful man |
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But the ugliness is powerful, I do what I can |
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That's why I try to drop a jewel on my man |
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And told him that the block is hotter than Jerusalem's sand |
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I don't never have to prove who I am |
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Cause anybody know me know that I'm a ruthless man |
