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Vengeance is mine against mine enemy |
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And i will rise against thee with the force of a |
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Thousand men |
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And in your fall, i will remind you of an industry |
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Designed to see me fail |
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There will be no shelter against my rage |
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I will approach you with no good intention |
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And reign down on you like hell fire and destroy you! |
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I destroy all you mcs till my mouth goes dry |
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Or either one of us die |
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I'm in this motherfucker's head like b-r-a-i |
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N, i spit one, then spit again |
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Then i turn like a cobra and spit it at his friend |
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You niggas afraid of me, oh that's so gay to me |
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Shot a nigga for shaking my hand too long, don't play with me |
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I make niggas wanna be hard and thugged out |
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Baggy pants and black (?) looking all bugged out |
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So let me tell you what a thug about |
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When i walk into a room it becomes dog day afternoon |
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And niggas break the fuck out |
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Bring ya rabbit's foot, i'll blow your luck out |
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I'll kill all you niggas and pull a navy hearse truck out |
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So save your wake ass verse for daytime talk tv |
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Cuz i'll return you and let you keep ya jewels and chalk bvs |
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My heart is dirty and skeevy |
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Man, i would see any one of you niggas |
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If i was ray charles or stevie, ha! |
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(can you, feel me?) |
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Can ya feel me, nigga?!? |
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Can ya feel me, nigga?!? |
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(freddie foxxx, bumpy knux) |
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It's bumpy knux, nigga what? |
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Come on! |
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(can you, can you, hear me?) |
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Can you hear me motherfucker?!? |
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I'm talking to you! |
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(cuz i am in...side your head) |
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(?) uncontrollable and wild |
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And i stand like i stand with two fours in my hand |
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I bring back the running man |
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I hear voices in my head that say "bumpy can't, damn" |
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So when i hear niggas say i can't do something, i get pissed off |
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Cause i'm poke-man, digging your wrist off |
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Trying to find the main vein that turns your exist off |
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Real niggas waited for my flow |
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Like they waited for mandela to show |
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So all these phony ass niggas out here know |
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Your faker than a nigga fronting like his back got hurt |
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At a fender bender - i call her, send her |
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She'll flip ya, so them craze up in ya |
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She know you like it on your belly, got them gays up in ya |
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So i say: la di da di, i'll shoot up your party |
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If you ain't heard by now, you'd better ask somebody |
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Niggas trying to cut my throat, i'm still spitting from the neck |
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If you still disrespect, you'll still get the tek |
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Come on! get the fuck off me, nigga |
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(can you, feel me?) |
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Can ya feel me, nigga?!? |
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Can ya feel me, nigga?!? |
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(freddie foxxx, bumpy knux) |
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It's bumpy knux, nigga what? |
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Come on! |
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(can you, can you, hear me?) |
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Can you hear me motherfucker?!? |
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I'm talking to you! |
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(cuz i am in...side your head) |
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You ain't no motherfuckin thug, you ain't shot nobody |
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I'm wild like niggas up north that ain't got nobody |
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I'll put the infrared on ya, leave your body all dotty |
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Or i'll 6 and 7 piece ya, leave ya forehead all knotty |
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You niggas can't spit on the tracks that i spit on |
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You niggas are scared of the type of niggas i shit on |
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You wanna ride my style? get on |
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I'll take you through so many one sided singles |
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Ain't no more joints to sin on |
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These rap niggas are mi-dad (?) on |
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How do you niggas ride in the car with this nigga, |
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With that shit on? |
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I'm sick and tired of nore and his "what, what, what" |
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Write some rhymes, nigga, or get his shit up up up |
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I'll beat you till your face is made ugly like biz |
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If you ever open your mouth to ask me what a memph bleek is |
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This week is, bumpy week celebrated |
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And be glad that the bad kid from the neighborhood made it |
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The last album you dropped, kid, hate it |
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Man the only thing i'll do for your life, nigga, is complicate it |
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So come at me with that sideways twisted talk |
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I'll put the 4 pound in your mouth, b, and lift your thoughts |
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I'm the wildest nigga in new york |
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So nigga shut your fuckin mouth up when i talk |
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Come on, i make reverend run reverend walk |
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And kill female mcs like a chicken hawk |
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It's bumpy knuckles, baby, ha! |
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(can you, feel me?) |
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Can ya feel me, nigga?!? |
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Can ya feel me, nigga?!? |
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(freddie foxxx, bumpy knux) |
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It's bumpy knux, nigga what? |
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Come on! |
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(can you, can you, hear me?) |
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Can you hear me motherfucker?!? |
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I'm talking to you! |
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(cuz i am in...side your head) |
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(can you, feel me?) |
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Can ya feel me, nigga?!? |
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Can ya feel me, nigga?!? |
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(freddie foxxx, bumpy knux) |
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It's bumpy knux, nigga what? |
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Come on! |
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(can you, can you, hear me?) |
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Can you hear me motherfucker?!? |
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I'm talking to you! |
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(cuz i am in...side your head) |
