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If I'm not workin or puttin work in |
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I'm either wheelin and dealin |
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Or probably jerkin my (censored) |
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Yep, listenin to nothin, takin no suggestions |
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All destructive criticisms, that can't improve on perfection |
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Rock a crowd in sections on a good night.. the hoes fight |
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Always get the dough first then everything else goes right |
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At least that's what they say and who the ***** is they? |
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Make a hick say "what the hey?" brought that chick from sick bay |
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Ensign, he shoulda asked his upperclassmen |
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Before he bust blast and never trust no Cardassians |
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Captain's log supplemental |
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The Klingons are now aboard the Enterprise rental vessal |
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On my cue photon torpedo |
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Oh and if I'm not on the block with Jorgito |
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And so on for the street though |
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Smoke a pound of leak though |
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I'm jokin on the fact that hiphop has gone freak show |
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Don't let the drama getcha |
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In the only genre of music where the fans shoot the messenger |
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***** *****z talk behind ya back like a catcher |
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Either M-Y-O-B or B-Y-O stretcher |
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In that order, man, woman ,son, daughter |
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The beat sound like the underwater, make it from the slaughter |
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Even if you hear some wack *****t you never give a chance |
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Some *****t sound like all you could do on fit is riverdance |
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It's not a hobby, don't be sloppy |
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Doin deals with these labels is likened to a botched robbery |
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Nobody supposed to get bodied...golly |
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This *****t is like a folly bout to cold flip probably |
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It's not me he got a ill spills knot in brooknon |
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Where even though kids kill they still chill and look calm |
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While workin' on new developments for the book bomb |
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In one bad experiment it blew and took a hooker arm (arm and leg) |
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BOW! look mom.. no hand |
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Studied black magic for years out in no man's land |
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It's like a barbecue, all swine cookout |
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To ***** up they plans like a blind man look out |
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Cram to overstand it, peep it and absorb it |
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The same way he keep all the planets in they proper orbit |
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Norbert y'all better off goin corporate |
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Nobody wanna hear that bull*****t it's too morbid |
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It's no prints he hold the mic with a mic glove |
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And rolls dolo from state to state like Ike Love |
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Like on top of the world loser keep it gully |
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Rap creeps seem they got too much juice in they belly |
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It's why they brung V, he still hungry |
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And spit something thick on the mic like a lungie |
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Mind ya daughter she on line for the water |
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To get lucky like when she found a quater kinda sorta |
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Remember me God, clean timbs with emery board? |
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He only came to save the game like a memory card |
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Ooh shrewd, a lot of crews is too rude |
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And it's way too many let's not and say we do dudes |
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He said 24-7 I be on call |
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He use his vacation days to watch Babylon fall |
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Numbskulls.. get ta steppin they dumb dull |
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And how he rep the mic is like the weapon from Krull |
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Cats be like what's wrong with your man black? |
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Biohazard suit and bandgrap for the anthrax |
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Jeez and can't get no peace |
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Form blazin sword for the police robeast |
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Cochise, write a rhyme like a book report |
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And sell it to a rookie you could tell by the hook he bought |
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You ain't know he sell hooks and choruses? |
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They couldn't bang slang if they looked in thesauruses |
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It's like a friendly game of dodge ball |
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Oddball guard y'all, he played the garage wall |
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With the Stan Smith's checkerboard lace |
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And the brand new INF they ain't check the broad waist |
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You saw his face? so who next to get they neck chopped |
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Or popped like a Beck's top, respect the drop |
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It's too much wreck hops |
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Who next to get they neck chopped |
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Or popped like a Beck's top, respect the drop |
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Woopdie-do flows do fifty like a hooptie do |
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Groupie crews try to figure out from what coop he flew |
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They outta place, beats sounds like outer space |
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With no time to waste he was outtie.. without a trace |
