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Oh my God, oh my God |
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Aow |
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Microphone checka, swingin' sword lecture |
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Closin' down the sector, supreme neck protector |
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Better warn them kid, Mr. Meth's a boiling pot |
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About to blow his lid from the pressure, too hot for TV |
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For cheesy, too many wanna be hard be easy |
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It's all n'together, going all out together |
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It don't take much to please me |
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Still homes I'm never satisfy like the Stones |
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We don't condone bitin' see them selling cros*****ones |
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Protecting what I'm writing |
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Don't clash with the Titan who blast with a license |
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To kill rap reciting |
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Come on, in the zone with ya ***** from the group home |
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Tical |
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Put your lights out |
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Get the *****t to crackin' got you feelin' with your pipes out |
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Time for some action, surfin' the avenue |
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Mad at you, where I used to battle crews |
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Back when Antoinette had that attitude |
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Cover me I'm going in, walls closing in |
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Got us bustin' off these pistols |
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My *****s got issues, again, same song |
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Armed with the mega bomb |
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Blow you out the frame and then I'm gone |
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Yo, I was going too but we roam, cellular phones |
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Doc-Meth back in the flesh, blood and bones |
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Don't condone, spit bank loans and homegrown |
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Suckers break like turbo in ozone |
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When I, grab the broom |
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Moon-walk platoon hawk my goons bark |
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Leave you in a Blue Lagoon lost |
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Three nines and a glove with Nasu he dyin' in the car |
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While we behind on the bars |
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Haters don't touch |
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Weigh us both up |
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Now my neighbor **** up |
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Got the cable hooked up, all channels |
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Lift my *****rt all mammals |
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You *****p off keys and we *****p Grand Pianos |
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Sawed off shotgun |
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Hand on the pump, sippin' on a forty |
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Yo smokin' on a blunt |
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Bust my gun and red and Meth gettin' jumped |
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La, la, la, la |
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La, la, la, la |
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Yeah come on, red and Meth gettin' jumped |
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La, la, la, la |
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La, la, la, la |
