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Who wanna step into the room? |
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Where that ****** ren be at, makin' ******t that's phat |
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'cause in '95 i gotta hustle for yo ass |
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Droppin' ******t like in the past |
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Rated double x, you in trouble when i hex |
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******z that be actin' like hoes of the opposite sex |
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'cause fool i'm a soldier with a regiment |
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10,000 ******z marchin' to your residence |
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****** the president and his red, white, and blue |
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I never leave a clue with the ******t that i do |
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Sport the black 80, creepin' with the flashlight |
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Comin' with this phat ******t just last night |
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The mad scientist from the center of the earth |
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Droppin' crazy ******t whenever i drop a verse |
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******z in a rage, wanna see me in a cage |
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But um, i ****ed the gauge when the ink hits the page |
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****** a grammy show and your mammy so now |
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What the ****** ya gonna do when i bust out the zoo |
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'cause ya don't know really who you're ******' with |
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You're ******' with the ****** ren with the phat ******t |
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And i don't give a damn |
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Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn |
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And i don't give a damn |
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Three strikes for who? a ****** fallin' in the trap |
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What can i do to keep from fallin' off the map? |
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I ain't your everyday ****** just with a rhyme |
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I'll give ya that i don't give a ****** frame of mind |
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Make ya wanna shoot the police in the back |
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I'm crazy like hady, 'cause devils be shady |
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The great elephant ****** hangin' on box |
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A buffalo soldier without the dreadlocks |
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I don't give a damn, i created this ******t |
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With the real ******z way back in '87 |
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******z walkin' on my footprints in nine five |
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Fools hit 'em foul, can't hit a line drive |
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So get the hell away from my throne or a zone |
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My b-boy stance and ******t is kinda full grown |
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****** the police 'cause i still feel the same |
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And ****** a lotta ******z bein' whack at the game |
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I don't give a damn |
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Who be talkin' ******t about the great elephant? |
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Ren be bustin' raps, ******z bustin' caps |
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The ****** made ****** killa, that's who i be |
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When ****** made ******z come and try |
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Be a politician kidnapp, who gives a ****** about 'em |
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****** never gave a ******, i can live without 'em |
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******z wanna journey down the black brick road |
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They can see me changin' in an i don't give a ****** mode |
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Then i explode, better hide your neck |
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Ya new whack ******z never get my respect |
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Then center of the earth is where i dwell |
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Your ******t never sell, i got 'cha trippin' in a livin' hell |
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So back the ****** out my way, that's what i'm sayin' |
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'cause i'll be havin' hypocrite ******z ***** hangin' |
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And othe ****** ******z, be go lickin' 'em |
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But ren just keep on pickin' 'em and slam |
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'cause i don't give a god damn |
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