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Yo it's the slick fuckin trick-tight nigga from the heights again |
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I'm gettin nice again as the pussy's like *?micalin?* |
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So i pretend to be somethin that you ain't |
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You got me laughin til the fuckin bank'll bust, i'll do ya somethin sick |
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I'm bad to the bone, gnaws at the gristle |
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Puttin the squeeze on niggas so (what?) fuck mr whipple |
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If you live along my end, yeah baby girl i might tickle (c'mon) |
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I drink gold e like fred d drank the ripple |
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Word to god, niggas wanna play hard rap-a-dosis |
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That shit got to go, i cock back, shot the flow pow! |
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Caught, now hook em to the respirator drip |
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The shit bag to his hip while he vision in the escalator |
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Now play the humble in the tunnel with the bright light |
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At the end of it, word is bond, time to end this shit |
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Chorus: |
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Here we go |
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Here we go yo, time to get dumped |
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Yeah that's how it is yo and that's how it go |
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*repeat x3* |
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Well guess who's next up to flex, no need to introduce |
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We're holdin down the spot just like the pimps that wanna 40-deuce |
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So here's the story, kid you bore me, don't ignore me |
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You're gettin killed in my territory (word up) |
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You think ya clever son but you're never son |
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Gonna get a chance to fuckin call me like edison |
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I think ya better run cos i'm comin at'cha |
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And what the fuck you gonna do when i catch ya |
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Ya little bastard ya get the last hit |
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When i blast it you're gonna end up in a fuckin casket |
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I kicks the mad shit, i come to show the flow |
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You're fuckin with a pro but yo i guess by now ya know, so |
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Chorus |
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Well now i got you niggas stumblin, i see you fumblin, kill the mumblin |
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Cos when i'm on the track i'm never wacked when i be rumblin |
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Like dis, like dat, i'm fatter than the fattest |
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Niggas wish they had this, they know my style's the fuckin baddest |
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You got the saddest but yo you're just a pussy |
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My fuckin girl'll make you do the wa-toosie |
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You need protection when in my section |
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With the injection, the number one in my fuckin collection |
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I blast off like a rocket, so don't knock it |
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Til you try it, i come deep like a riot |
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Ya can't deny it, i keep it on lock |
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A 40 and a blunt motherfucker and you don't stop |
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I'm on the scene with the nicotine puffer |
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I gut ya clean and make ya fuckin spleen rupture |
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Nice with the ways is the dazed axe nigga |
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I know a lotta rap figures and pushin-crack niggas |
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Perhaps wacked niggas need to play the back step |
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I got styles with days but styles ain't even hatch-ed |
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I'm super fly hatin but never violatin |
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We use to smoke a pound a week but now we're gettin higher lately |
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Rhyme-sayers need prayers cos sniper's gettin hot |
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When you make the sign of the cross, x marks the spot |
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Ill clips to my ribs with my niggas to the side |
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3-80 stash in the 3-25 |
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Oops i'm at the eight now, bees think i push |
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More rock than mr slay, i'm fat like ricki lake |
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Chorus |
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Here we go |
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Here we giddo, time to get diddo |
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That's how it is yo, axe how we go |
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Here we go |
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Here we go, time to get dough |
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That's how it is yo, axe how we go |
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Here we go |
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Here we go yo, time to get dough |
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That's how it is yo, that's how we go |
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Here we giddo, time to get diddo |
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That's how it is yo, act like we kniddow |
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Word up |
