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When I first stepped on the scene, ******z was petrified |
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Jet back to the lab like they were bein' chased by |
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HomicideMy rap flow does you like |
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Tical an' it will never steer you wrong |
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And all you ****** ass ******z in the industry |
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Your careers won't be lastin' long |
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When I first stepped on the scene, ******z was petrified |
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Jet back to the lab like they were bein' chased by |
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HomicideMy rap flow does you like |
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Tical an' it will never steer you wrong |
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An' all you ****** ass ******z in the industry |
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Your careers won't be lastin' long |
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Check it, |
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I'm the ******' man who they mention |
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Notice, that other ******z rap styles is bogus |
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Doo doo, prepare for this verse |
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Tical voodoo |
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Blazin', the stuff that ignites stimulation |
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Inside ya, 'cuz |
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I be that house over water |
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Forgot in the realm that be deep as the |
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Poseidon Adventure |
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******z need to touch they freakin' picture |
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For the sickness, that be spreadin' with the quickness |
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Remedies, cousin, |
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I be doin' on my enemies |
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Penalty, then |
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I drink forties to they memories |
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Emotion, ru******n' through your down street vicinity |
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Blunt smoke in the air reveals my identity |
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Tical, Tical, |
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Tical, Tical |
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As I keep it movin', we keep it movin', uh |
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Keep it movin' an' keep it movin' uh |
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Keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh |
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Keep it movin', we keep it huh, rharh |
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What's that rhythm, what's that sound? |
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Party people gettin' down |
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When it hit the baddest man |
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Just release yo' delf |
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My God, somebody said it's on, if it isn't |
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I'll be set |
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To blow a ****** up, with my |
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Five Fingers of |
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DeathI bring it to his whole damn fam, understand |
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If he frontin' on any man down with the |
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ClanI be comin' for the headpiece you can't cope |
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For my brother, |
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I bring it to the |
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PopeWord to mother, serial killa style from |
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Big IsleNo stat, my peoples are you with me, where you at? |
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******t's gettin' deep in here, |
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I mean thick |
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******z lookin' all in my face like they want ****** |
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It's about to hit the fan, hit the flo' |
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That's all |
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I can stands, an' |
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I can't stands no mo' |
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What is it? |
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******z think they bigga' |
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Cause they got the finga on the trigga of a pistol |
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They don't know |
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I'm wicked when |
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I start to kick it |
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With the raw sound, wash it down with a mystic |
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Then I add a snapple, ****** want the juice |
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But he don't want the hassle, then we try to overthrow the castle |
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Better yet the tent when |
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I'm comin' to your town |
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Black man, the rental, |
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God, the pistol |
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Yah, if you don't want a burn from glock |
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Then beware, |
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I buck shots, we move up, the buck stops |
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Here, no more dough will be made |
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What's that rhythm, what's that sound? |
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Party people gettin' down |
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When it hit the baddest man |
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Just breathe in, till then |
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An' keep it movin', baby, keep it movin' |
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I plan to keep it movin', you know we keep it movin', uh |
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An' keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh |
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An' keep it movin', you know we keep it movin', uh |
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An' keep it movin, you know we keep it movin' |
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Baby, we be movin', you know we keep it moo, rarh |
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When I first stepped on the scene, ******z was petrified |
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Jet back to the lab like they were bein' chased by |
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HomicideMy rap flow does you like |
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Tical an' it will never steer you wrong |
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An' all you ****** ass ******z in the industry |
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Your careers won't be lastin' long |
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Throw your hands in the sky |
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An' wave 'em from side to side |
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An' if you're ready to spark up the |
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Meth Tical |
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Let me hear you say, "Stimuli" |
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When I first stepped on the scene, ******z was petrified |
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Jet back to the lab like they were bein' chased by |
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HomicideMy rap flow does you like |
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Tical an' it will never steer you wrong |
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An' all you ****** ass ******z in the industry |
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Your careers won't be lastin' long |
