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Aww hell, nah nigga |
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We ain't doin' no freestyles |
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Don't even know how to do that shit |
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Yeah, whatever |
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Check it out man, check this one out |
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I been rappin' for half my life |
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I'm twenty-eight now, sayin' pass the mic |
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If you eighteen or nineteen speak up fool |
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I was born on the mic before you went to school |
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Talkin' 'bout pimp shit, you know whassup |
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I wonder if you mom'll let you play that stuff |
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Now you're flowin' like your name is |
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WaterBut I'm ten years older and my game is harder |
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I'm not tryin' to say you're out there dissin' |
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I'm just tryin' to say lil' nigga listen |
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Before you grab the mic and act wild |
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Bitin' on the next nigga's mackin' style |
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And it's all from head, passin' round the mic |
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Never even care who you sounded like |
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Sound like |
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Snoop Dogg, then you switched to |
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TreachBit the |
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Pharcyde then |
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A Tribe Called |
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QuestAnd you gots no respect for me, is that right? |
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Well jump your ass on the train witcha backpack tight |
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And keep rappin', |
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I'm floatin' past all the stops |
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In a clean ass |
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Benz I have all the props |
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Fuck credit from a rapper can you match my |
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VisaI heard your girlfriend was a real dick pleaser |
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And a Too $hort fan, faithfully |
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When I came to your town she couldn't wait to see me |
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To the beat y'all and it don't stop |
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It goes on 'cause |
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I don't stop rappin' |
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To the beat y'all, and it don't stop |
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It goes on 'cause |
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I don't stop rappin' |
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Let me tell you somethin' 'bout a nigga named $hort |
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Rappers always talk about the way |
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I can't flow |
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But let me hit the mall with the same |
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MC'sI be signin' autographs, spend a gang of |
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G'sWhile you walkin' round broke, nobody knows ya |
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Lookin' like you smoked a whole sack of doja |
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Outside in the parking lot in front of the cars |
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Standin' in a circle with some wannabe stars |
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Freestylin', but you ain't original, no |
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You just shootin' everything and you pimpin' hoes |
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And to think you could hang with me |
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I never would spit this game for free |
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I'm the T double |
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O, S H O R |
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T, I rock all stages and any parties |
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Any my style is gettin' bank, gettin' head, gettin' hella dank |
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I drop my top when it's hot and sunny |
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So how you talk shit when you ain't havin' no money |
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I set trends in the rap game bitch |
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And gives a fuck when other rappers talk shit |
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I know you motherfuckers, heard me rap |
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So hard, I put your momma in my dirty rap |
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No shit, the old bitch sucked a damn good dick |
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Put them legs up high she couldn't handle it |
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I'm not a no good punk, |
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I coulda macked your mother |
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But Life is |
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Too $hort, so |
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I kept it undercover |
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Now you're all grown up, with your partners rappin' |
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But old Short |
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Dawg'll your ass what happened |
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To a fake |
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MC, who tried to get with me |
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I ended his career, instantly |
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And it don't stop, to the beat y'all |
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It goes on 'cause |
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I don't stop rappin' |
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And it don't stop, to the beat y'all |
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It goes on 'cause |
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I don't stop rappin' |
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Now let's compare the lifestyles, of me and you |
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You're phony and |
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I'm all about bein' true |
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You drive a bucket, that you bought for a |
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GI ride around snuffin' them fo'-eighteens |
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In the back of a motherfuckin' big ass truck |
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Jump two rows back and get my dick sucked |
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Benzos, Lexus, |
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Rolex and |
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CaddyFine lil' bitches havin' sex with |
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DaddyI ain't givin' no bitch, no kind of slack |
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You got one girl then treat the hoe like a mack |
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What's yours is hers, she don't trip |
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Sucker ass nigga need to check that bitch |
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But you're so weak and it shows in your rap |
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I'm out here, gettin' hoes livin' fat |
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While you at home, gettin' sweated by your mama |
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I bought my mother a house in |
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AtlantaAnd you can't stand it, so what do you say |
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Too $hort can't rap, no fuckin' way |
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But here I am, workin' in the studio |
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And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow |
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By the time you make one |
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I'll be on ten |
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Hit the studio nigga and do it again |
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To the beat y'all, and it don't stop |
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It goes on 'cause |
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I don't stop rappin' |
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To the beat y'all, and it don't stop |
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It goes on 'cause |
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I don't stop rappin' |
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Now ask New |
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York, can |
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Too $hort flow? |
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Ask Detroit, they'll let them niggaz know |
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Then ask Philly, can |
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I rap?South side of |
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Chicago, who's the mack? |
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I never ever tripped on the shit that you spit about me |
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Every time |
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I perform, |
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I make a lot of |
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G's'Cause |
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I'm paid for this motherfuckin' rap shit |
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Eatin' good like a motherfuckin' fat bitch |
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Every single day at the house, what's wrong wichu? |
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Eatin' fast food if you only knew |
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I understand though, 'cause |
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I been there befo' |
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Eat any damn thing and got nowhere to go |
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Daydreams, about bein' great |
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It all started back when |
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I was sellin' tapesin eighty-two, eighty-three eighty-fo' on up |
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Waitin' still waitin' just to blow on up |
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And when it happened, |
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I still had to wait |
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I didn't get paid till eighty-eight |
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I made nine albums in nine years |
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I'm a true blue |
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West Coast pioneer |
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Dr. Dre, Ice- |
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T, and all the rest |
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All that money we makin' don't fault the |
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West'Cause we ain't the ones who created rap |
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But when we made the shit, we made it fat |
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And it don't stop, to the beat y'all |
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It goes on 'cause |
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I don't stop rappin' |
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And it don't stop, to the beat y'all |
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It goes on 'cause |
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I don't stop rappin' |
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Beyotch |
