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who am i |
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Nigga wit the blunt steady trippin |
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Sippin on the concoction |
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Wit tha drum knockin |
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Head rockin' |
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Betta get off bitches and killas in the front watchin |
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Flowin like i'm finna step or sumthin |
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I'm just havin' fun |
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Wit my hun |
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Even though it stay bein' work |
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Imma flow until my belly hurt |
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You niggas rockin' on stage wit tights on and them muscle shirts |
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Betta work |
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Ooh, feels like another who you be |
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Mr. shystie |
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The one that make you frown up like the lemon in my iced tea |
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Tha mutha fucka most likely |
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To get into it wit tha opposition |
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Or competition |
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I break'em off when i give'em the heat |
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Steady reefa rollin' |
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Bullets bodies decomposing |
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Anniahalate members who weak |
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On the timbaland beat |
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Do you remember the deep |
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Conversation we had |
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When my adrenaline was rushin' |
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Check ya breaks and knee pads |
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When twista bussin' |
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Bodies gon get rushed in |
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I can make'em hit the dance flo' |
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All those bitches and hustlers |
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I get'em in a flux homey |
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Neva phony |
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Hit'em wicked when they run up on me |
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Mutha fuckas still don't know me |
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Let'em know slowly |
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Who am i? |