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(Jean Grae) |
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Yeah |
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(What, nigger?) |
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Ladies and Gentlemen |
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Bear witness to the Generals |
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General number one |
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(Trap Clapper) |
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I'm a big gun |
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r.i.p big one |
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bitches shit |
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... |
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Be like 'Drop kick his ass,' I be like 'Hell, oh no' |
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I don't fight for no bitch, nigga, fight for self |
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... |
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(Cheech Marina) |
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bitches aint gangster |
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good day miss tenfler ? |
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i can flip both slangs, the word phrase sampler |
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loony when i say iam the Boston strangler |
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i can turn into the perfect picture of anger |
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... |
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i smoke trees outta bones, and then ... the moment |
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just leave me alone with the tv on |
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cheech marina the anti peacemaker face beater |
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white chicks, three shades paler, the most of my people |
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like my own shit, they can t say that either bitch, |
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I'm not feminem, you'll find an emblem |
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over your tombstone of my face if you mention him |
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in harvard yard i park my car |
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not far from where i learn that i can shit on these bars |
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and cantankerous words could dripple of my lips |
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you won't accept me but i bet you take this unused clip bitch |
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(A.K.) |
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... |
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(Jean Grae) |
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Yeah |
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A.K. |
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Daddy Mills |
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How we gettin' down? |
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Is it ill yet? |
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Y'all still ain't done? |
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(Generals) Let's go |
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(Private E1/MacGuyver) |
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I'm only 12 |
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But I can hold it down for myself |
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The General Private E1, MacGuyver |
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I get a gun in my Happy Meals |
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spank my dad |
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That I can carry super soakers in my backpack |
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Filled up with acid |
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I'm a bad kid |
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Slip razors in my teachers' apples |
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From the rotten apple |
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I'm an eighth grade nightmare |
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Like I care, right, yeah |
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Jean'll be right there |
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(Jean Grae) |
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You little dummies runnin' scareder than Gregory Han? |
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Prepare to be leveled by enemy mines and get |
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Blinded by your bullshit-slinging |
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I'm in the pulpit singing |
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A prayer while I'm banging Duran Duran |
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(?) you can't hang with Generals |
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