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It's the chalk cracker, street rapper, x-factor |
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Smokey Lah, your girl ass slapper |
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Trap rider, nipple biter, spits fire |
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The coptic hitman for hire |
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The rate proper, pound copper, dime chopper |
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Don't get it twisted, you'se a cock blocker |
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I'm a nigga double-darer, nigga, I double dare ya |
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To act like you want it, touch this boy's a ton wearer |
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Me the semi popper, SL shot ya |
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Tell mo' deep call the copper |
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'Cause you wanna flip mo', Bucktown sicko |
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Ask my nigga Kicko 'bout Miami strip shows |
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Real deal, PNC Steele |
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True warrior, I'm not Holyfield |
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In the words of Marvin Gaye, "What's Going On?" |
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Black mask, black glove, B-I-G love |
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[Verse 2-Buckshot] |
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Yeah, that's how I like it |
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High with a hangover, me and my mic get |
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Might just take a little day off to lay off |
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Niggas like you that don't pay off, you fake boss |
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This ain't a rap, this reality |
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You sad to see I set up a salary, you mad at me? |
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Well, Duck Down is the home |
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Where we put it down for two-thousand and on |
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And anybody gettin' gully is us |
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So anybody gettin' money is us, the rest is up |
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Not really worth the mentionin' |
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When the last time you heard a rapper with a pension? |
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And mention him, B-U-C-K |
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Look on my grill, duke, do you see play? |
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Nah, I come fully equipped |
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One rubber, one key to burn rubber, one rubber grip |
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[Chorus: Tek] + (Buckshot) |
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Is Boot Camp the best to do it? (Yeah) |
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Tell me, do you love our music? (Say Yeah) |
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Can I talk to you for a minute? (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah) |
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Allow my mans to get off in it (You say Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah) |
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Can I talk to you for a minute? |
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Allow my mans to get off in it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
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Is Boot Camp the best to do it? |
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Tell me, do you love our music? |
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[Verse 3-Steele] |
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Niggas ain't ready for the shit we got |
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The Clik we got, the heat we bust, the beats we rock |
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The street not Pop, but don't think a T won't pop |
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A team that I've got got a mean pump shot |
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Sleep not, me no speak to cops |
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But not nothin', not one dime drop |
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Stop snitchin', clock digits, clock chicken |
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Block sizzlin', cops sniffin', pop biscuits, leave not one witness |
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[Verse 4-Rock] |
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Niggas be shakin' like pits when they lock on, I rock on |
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Calm, in these streets or in jail, gettin' my high rocks on |
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Even though I rock with the red, gettin' my pop on |
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I'm a D-E-C-E-P-T-Icon |
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You mutha fuckin' right, Pa, I fight hard and I like crons |
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It ain't my fault I don't like y'all [Word], stop actin' like broads |
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Fold yo' bitch ass up, you a tripod |
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We don't need no cameras for this version of "Die Hard" |
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Oh my God! Oh my goodness, no, say "Oh my Rockness" |
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I'm a God to y'all, Rock, damn it, all of y'all my kids |
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All of y'all doin' shit I done did years ago |
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So all y'all suck my dick in stereo |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 5-Louieville Sluggah] |
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You'se a bullshitter, I'm a big-dream go-getter |
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Then I go get her, let the whole crew hit her |
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Then I send her back room to ya |
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Where you kissin' her and eatin' her, and niggas finish beatin' her |
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You'se a Jackass, your new name is Steve-O |
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Ray, Ray, Ray, niggas don't believe you |
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I take care of niggas I fuck wit |
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But you on the other hand, Uncle Tom ass nigga |
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Callin' me a brother man, damn |
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You would've had me if I ain't know no better, man |
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Believe half of what you see and none of what you hear |
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In one ear and right out the other |
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You can't fool me, a G schooled me |
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Man listen, my life is somethin' like a movie |
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And you just a mouse tryin' to get a crumb, get him some |
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But you ain't gettin' shit, or put back on the strip |
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[Chorus] |
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[Outro-Buckshot] |
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Headz Ain't Redee for the shit we got |
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Headz Ain't Redee, man, I swear they not |
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Headz Ain't Redee for the shit we got |
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Headz Ain't Redee, man, I swear they not |
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Headz Ain't Redee for the shit we got |
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Headz Ain't Redee, man, I swear they not |
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Headz Ain't Redee for the shit we got |
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Headz Ain't Redee, man, I swear they not |
