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A-Plus: |
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You don't have to worry any longer. . . |
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Yo wait a damn, minute |
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listen to the way the man spin it |
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even with improper diction |
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I split in & gets ends |
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I'm lettin' suckas know |
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I'm fin ta buck a bro |
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the nigga figga he can dust a pro- |
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fessional, I test a fool |
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I get a tool |
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and beat him wit it |
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he didn't see me wit it |
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and this is what I'ma do |
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tie the crime to you |
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niggas need to find a new rhyme to do |
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I remember when I used to grind a few |
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indo sacks at my wack Sr. High School |
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but I told the Dean 'Bye fool.' |
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I graduated |
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he was a man I hated |
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and I'm glad I made it |
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Hie-ro |
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I know |
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you know |
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fools know, that my crew's so |
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phat, and niggas try to jack |
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then I know they got my back |
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A-Plus must bust the wack. |
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Casual: |
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I'm fed up with the wackness and this weak shit |
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so peep the style and learn how to freak shit |
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I hope, ya, learn how ta cope |
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by the time you peep this shit here, |
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I'll be three times doper |
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yeah, this is for the trendy G's |
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to ya bitches, & High School enemies |
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all the hoes |
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shoot me to the left & shit |
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cause my financial state was on defecit |
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but I, |
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really didn't trip |
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now I'm livin' phatter |
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and then niggas don't matter |
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a lot a rappers try frontin' on me |
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bet they aint got nuttin' on me |
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and aint no way that buck can harm me |
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I turn the mouths of MCs into molecules |
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niggas locked onto me like my follicles |
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I swallow fools with no regurgitaion |
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we hurt ya face, men |
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when ya placed in my path. |
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[BRIDGE] |
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Del: |
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I bust asses |
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ya slow like molasses |
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as this continues |
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then you know the fastest |
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computing, looting, I gets the root of things |
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bitches with problems |
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I leave ya jaw numb |
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I slap hoes |
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my rap flows along |
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with the flow of the song |
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as I flow on the bong |
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I use Jedi mind tricks |
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to find tricks |
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bind tricks, tie them up |
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then I try and phuck then they die |
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and what do I care? |
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I dare hoes |
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and prepare flows cause I never spare those lives |
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who strives |
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with knives & slice |
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I parylize ya twice |
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with fear |
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Del is nice to your ears. |
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Snupe: |
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Not of hardest, artists going far |
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jack off from Jupiter |
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because I'm shooting for the stars |
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I'm a mack |
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never come wack |
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gimme a 30 second snippit |
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I'll rip it |
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because the shit gets deeper |
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creep ya ass as the floor rocks |
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we got the beat hittin' hard like four cops |
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shorts out my last record |
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I write my rhymes nekkid |
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let me give you a tip |
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I'm on the balls |
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so just expect it |
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my rep gets phatter thinkin' about those kids |
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they tried to step and got phucked like they momma did |
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by the Mr. Mostskill |
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I did ya hoe, still |
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she's askin' for waxin' and taxin' cause she heard a hoe squeal |
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hoes I'm, getting more plays than Showtime |
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the demon got ya screamin' with no shine |
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no time for regular run of the the mill |
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I'm packin' with steel boy soldiers |
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never no more the soul soldier. |
