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Lemme tell you now: |
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I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain |
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Let's go inside my astral plane |
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Find out my mental based on instrumental |
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Records hey so I can write monumental |
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Methods I'm not the king but niggaz is decaf |
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I stick 'em for the cream check it |
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Just how deep can shit get - get deeper than your fists |
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And brothers is mad pissed accept it |
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In your cross colors clothes you crossed over |
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And now ya totally crossed out and Kriss Kross |
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Who da boss niggaz get tossed to da side |
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And I'm the dark side of the force of course |
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It's the method man from the wu-tang clan |
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I be hectic and comin' for that headpiece protect it |
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Fuck it two tears in a bucket |
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Niggaz want the ruckas? so bust it at me son now bust it |
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Stylez I get buckwild method man on some shit |
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Fuck'n niggaz foul son I'm sick |
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Insane crazy drivin' miss daisy |
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How the fuck am I? now I got mine I'm swayze |
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Is it real son lemme know it's real son if its really real son lemme know it's real |
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Load it up and kill one |
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Load it up and kill one |
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Load it up and kill one |
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If it's really real |
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When I was a little stereo I used to be the champion |
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I always wonder when I would be the number one - hey hey hey |
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And now you listen to me darcon darcon |
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And all you niggaz come and test me test me |
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I'm gonna lick out your brains |
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Mothers wanna hang with the meth bring the rope |
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Cuz the only way you hang is by the neck |
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Nigga pump off a set comin' through all your projects |
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Take it as a threat or better yet it is a promise |
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Comin' like a vet on some old Vietnam shit |
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You can bet your bottom dollar that I'm on it |
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And it'll get even worse word to god it's the wu |
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Comin' through takin' niggaz 'fore they're |
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Gone gone gone gone gone gone |
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Movin' to your left |
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I came to represent and carve my name within your chest |
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You can come test realize it's no contest son |
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I'm the gun who won that old wild west |
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Quick on the draw with my hands on the floor |
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Lovin' all those goddamn monkey rhymes galore |
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Check it cuz I think not when it's hip hop like propa |
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Rhymes be the proof when I'm drinkin' ninety proof vodka |
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No OJ no no straw |
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When you give it to me - yeah - give it to me raw I burn |
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Give it to me raw I burn |
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Chest hair |
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I don't need no chemical blow to pull no ho - no |
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All I need is chemical bank to pay her up |
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Is it real son lemme know it's real son if its really real son |
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Lemme know it's |
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1 2 3 4 |
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Kill one - fuck it up and kill one |
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Fuck it up and kill one |
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Lemme know it's real |
