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i rhyme at school/ i rhyme in tha club |
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i got mo cheese than a rat/(want some) |
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my game so deep/ |
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like 2,000 sumthin leagues/ |
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up under tha sea/ but i be on tha streets/ |
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hustlin wit speed/ last of a dyin breed/ |
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******z know my magic / i got tricks up my sleeve/ |
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look at how i spit/ look at how i flow/ |
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bet if i ****** up/ that i wouldn't hit tha floe/ |
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case ya'll ain't know/ |
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i ride wit guns n clips/ |
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n got some wise words/ that'll be told like myths/ |
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givin tha game whiffs/ |
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on they ******rt it might stain/ |
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my words overflowin, like you caught in heavy rain/ |
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tempo goes/ cornas covered up in snow/ |
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****** ******z don't know how it work from tha stove/ |
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cop it cook it chop it/ |
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what ya'll wanna do/ |
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this that hot ******t that ya'll need ta tune to/ |
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what ya'll wanna do/ what ya'll gotta say/ |
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(****** that screw down hea, okay) |
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how you ******z actin/ how you ******z roll/ |
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(****** that ******/ southside still on) 2x |
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i'm lettin glocks dispearse/ |
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ta some ******z i am tha worse/ |
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this tha second verse/ |
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like tuts tomb i'll leave ya cursed/ |
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rock ******z like babys they be fast asleep/ |
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i got heat/ specially knowin that tha talk is cheap/ |
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but mine cost a whole lot/ |
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of them dollaz n riches/ |
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i keep a hot glock leavin victims wit stitches/ |
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they in obituaries identified by they pictures/ |
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can't be no dj if he ain't scratchin wit mixers/ |
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my rhymes cappable of bein bought by tha latest/ |
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my clique is on tha verge of bein considered tha greatest/ |
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we like ta show off so them hatas gon hate us/ |
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while sippin stonewall/ in tha club i git lazy/ |
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gittin picked up/ bankers we leavin sticked up/ |
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stats leave ya ripped up/ |
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talk ******t then step up/ |
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******z betta rep(what) they claim/ |
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i'm a head of tha game / |
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cuz they call me beretta cuz i'm sprayin ya brain/ |
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Lil Blake a.k.a Beretta High Point, NC 27260 |
