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It's a dog eat dog competition (no doubt) |
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I'll be gone like you're wishin (and i'm out) |
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'cause i ain't got time |
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For hangin around |
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When you're fuckin' my love |
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In all the wrong places |
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It's a dog eat dog competition (no doubt) |
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I'll be gone like you're wishin (and i'm out) |
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'cause i ain't got time |
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For hangin around |
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When you're fuckin' my love |
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In all the wrong places |
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Extra, extra |
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What's that all about? |
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I'm wishin the position |
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Of my loving's sorted out |
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I shed a tear cause i'm hearin' |
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Nothing new or particular |
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Status once parallel |
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Now it's perpendicular |
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And everything is just as clear as day |
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Realistically explicit |
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In the things you say |
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I guess a "bitch" in the batter's |
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Gonna make the flavor fatter |
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But you gots to keep it for real |
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Forget about your jewels and gems |
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You won't be needin |
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None of them |
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The tool'll fix the era |
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My mellow used to wear a |
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Namebuckle, now he chuckle |
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'cause he earn a dime quicker |
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Talkin bout a burnin' |
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Sippin on some malt liquor |
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And all these kiddies |
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Wishin they were supa emcees |
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But to earn my "s" |
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I had to learn some less |
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About a crime'll make million |
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A dime'll make a call |
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I'd rather hop on the line |
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And drop a rhyme to prince paul |
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Cause it's a dog eat dog competition (no doubt) |
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I'll be gone like you're wishin (and i'm out) |
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'cause i ain't got time |
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For hangin around |
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When you're fuckin' my love |
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In all the wrong places |
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Hey kid |
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What's the word? |
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Man, it's all about mind |
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Keeping focused |
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On them self-mechanisms of rhyme |
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So no longer stand erect |
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'cause your thoughts are drained |
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Walkin' round |
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Manifesting attributes of shame |
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Used to squabble for the mic |
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But now accordingly |
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We act |
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Unless a club can't afford the fee |
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We act |
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So name that any best man |
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To put us under |
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Created from the ground |
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Yet know nothin |
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'bout the under |
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Take a glimpse |
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At them pimps |
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Playin record exec |
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Addin up all your zeros |
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So's to cut you a check |
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Saying why the blunder wonder |
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Could've g'd today |
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So you can put up some swings |
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For your seed to play |
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But a swing ain't that important |
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When the park's around the corner |
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Filled with life causing death |
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Greeting victims for the morning |
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It was the moment i feared |
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Nah, the moment i steered |
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Upon the right path |
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To know the right math |
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To over stand |
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It's a dog eat dog competition (no doubt) |
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I'll be gone like you're wishin (and i'm out) |
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'cause i ain't got time |
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For hangin around |
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When you're fuckin my love |
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In all the wrong places |
