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Def Squad, |
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J. Bleezy |
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Ha, com-bust-ya-ble, huh |
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It's Erick, |
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I'm back again, full fledged |
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American flag in here so y'all pledge |
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A few of y'all sold some albums, yeah congrats |
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The game in trouble, |
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I must rescue rap |
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Yo, I'm a hero! |
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Sometimes |
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I feel the same way |
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Like the folks involved with |
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Ground Zero |
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And somebody owe me boy, |
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I'm dead serious |
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This year my |
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Squad better blow to oblivious |
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Yo, did you lose weight? |
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Yeah, I got stamina |
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Profile me like this and hold the camera |
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I'm alone, so what y'all wanna do? |
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Take over your faciliy like |
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I'm John Q |
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I rock mics, |
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I Chris Rock, |
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I Kid Rock |
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I rock the house like |
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I'm Run Rap conniseur, |
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I rock Sean |
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John velour |
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B-boy stance and that's hardcore |
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E-Dub, real name, no gimmicks |
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Your style is over, finito, finished |
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You a parasite, type lyrical germ |
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You a sucker |
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MC in layman terms, and |
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We don't care nuttin 'bout you |
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Yeah, we don't care, we come up in the spot sayin', oh yeah |
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Oh yeah, throw your hands in the air |
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Oh yeah, 'cause |
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We don't care nuttin 'bout you |
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Yeah, we don't care, we come up in the spot sayin', oh yeah |
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Oh yeah, throw your hands in the air |
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Oh yeah, 'cause |
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Yeah, I got a track record, |
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I spit fouls |
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E don't stop, keep it grinding, puts it down fo' sho' (Grinding) |
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My figgedy flow is sick siggedy, yo |
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Watch me biggedy blow, and y'all niggedy know |
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It's Def Squeezy, thirteen years in rap |
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And now it's easy, |
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I do things to please me |
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Yo, I come through so crazy |
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I'm a, "Stun'na" like |
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M. Fresh and |
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Baby Got more toys than |
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Kay Bee, me and my yung'uns |
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Slow down before you receive a summons |
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And get hit for speeding, |
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I break a switch off a tree |
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You catch a beating for y'all misleading (Yeah!) |
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Shame on you, when you step to, huh |
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The Green |
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Eyed Bandit, smile you on candid |
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Rob J. Timberlake, |
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I got Janet |
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I'm in control now, ohh wow |
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Yeah, 'cause that's how it is, and that's how |
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I'm livin' |
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I bring turmoil like |
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Mike and Robin |
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Givens And watch me go off a-go off |
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A yes, yes, y'all, and show off and show off, and yes |
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We don't care nuttin 'bout you |
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Yeah, we don't care, we come up in the spot sayin', oh yeah |
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Oh yeah, throw your hands in the air |
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Oh yeah, 'cause |
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Sermon, the word |
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I preach to ya |
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Control the airwaves so it can reach to ya |
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The underground of rap ring, |
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I'm David |
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Tua The one round knockout, your eyeballs pop out |
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High school dropout, |
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I'm not gon' cop out |
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I did the rhymin' thing and now a truck |
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I hop out "Fiesta" |
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I'm down with |
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R. Kelly shit |
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I'm, "Supa Dupa Fly" |
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Missy Elliott |
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I stay focused, keep the same cycle |
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Do me, proceed to rock the world like |
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Michael Without |
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Chris Tucker, with no |
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Marlon Brando |
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Just give enough for |
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J-Lo to handle |
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So scream at me, holla, smoke signals |
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Morse code, try a 2-way, or telephone |
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And I give it to ya, all day in street |
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Two turntables a mic and breakbeat, 'cause |
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We don't care nuttin 'bout you |
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Yeah, we don't care, we come up in the spot sayin', oh yeah |
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Oh yeah, throw your hands in the air |
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Oh yeah, 'cause |
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You got about five seconds to get to the dance floor |
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You got about two more seconds to get to the dance floor |