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(Intro) |
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Yo check this out! In life, you got your want to be's |
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You got your going to be's, and you got your has been's |
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Then you got your hustlers and hardcore |
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(Domingo) |
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Oh a line with fakes a time |
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Fresh time, with sure more times |
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Jimminy two time respect mine |
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Big click with breakfast and blacklist |
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War! War! War! War! |
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Vision, knocking you out motherfucker listen |
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Superstition can help you in this battle |
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G's and sandles who surround you in all the angles |
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All over your shit in shamble |
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Looking the little of latter you fucking runt |
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(Chorus 4x) |
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Hustlers! Hustlers and Hardcore! |
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Giving you more than what you asking for! |
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(Domingo) |
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Danger hander |
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Banging swinging banner all single hander |
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Hit the left propaganda |
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Ill manner bad grammar stander |
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Got the people chasing with cameras by the manner |
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Hit and slap us, so pajamas |
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Hiding under clothes in dirty hampers |
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Happy brands will make them happy campers |
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Little laughter |
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Shit nappers |
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(Eminem) |
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I'll puke eat and freak you |
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Battle, I'm too weeded to speak to |
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The only key that I see to defeat you |
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Would be for me to remove these two Adidas and beat you |
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And force feed you them both and on each feet is a cleat shoe |
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I lift you off your feet so fast with a round house |
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You'll think I pulled the fucking ground out from underneath you |
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I ain't no fucking g, I'm a canibal |
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I ain't trying to shoot you, I'm trying to chop you into pieces and eat you |
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Rap you in rope and glass, strapped to a soakin matress |
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Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers |
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Fuck the planet until it spins on a broken axis |
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(Chorus 4x) |
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(Domingo) |
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Aw yeah {*echoes*} |