| Aiyo, slipperly slurp slip, nigga, churped off, two sniffs of cocaine
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| This motherfucker broke the glass in my whip
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| Try’nna dip, on this twenty dollar bill I had on my dashboard
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| And police is asking me son, why I whoop his ass for
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| Save y’all two hours of paperwork, my neighbor lurk
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| Watchdog, chew ass out, son, and put in major work
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| We collect antique ammunitions, and plus
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| We got them big guns, you only see in science fictions
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| My Uncle Cuffie’s the chief, but my little, knucklehead
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| Cousin Mar', yeah, son, is a thief
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| And we gave him a job, making three hundred a week
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| But he slipped on my piece, now he’s back in the streets
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| How many times have you let your tongue go slip
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| From the grin in your teeth and the cracks of your lips
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| I never heard such nerve before
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| But you better spill slowly through the cracks of my pores
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| Just to please you honey, just to please you honey
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| And how many times have you let your tongue go slip
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| From the grin in your teeth and the cracks of your lips
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| A.G. is King like Tutankhamen or Haile Selassie
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| Body the party, watchin’for niggaz tryin’to Pac me Or Biggie Smalls me, come on, please
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| With these gemstars, I’m Jason Vorhees
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| A’s loose, so much pain inflicted, remain addicted
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| Carry microphones, with the Passion of Je-sus
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| It’s Flamboyant for life, nigga, throw those L’s up Ain’t millionaires, by this year, then catch us in 12 months
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| Now who’s fuckin’with Andre?
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| A beast on the east, love on the west, ask Kanye
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| Still Diggin’motherfucker, it’s that plain and simple
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| G.D. til’my heart beat, discontinue
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| On the ave., til every soul in the ghetto is gone
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| Where niggaz sell more rock than heavy metal songs
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| Anything you want to know, then read E2K
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| Fuck with A, and get broke up like B2K, cuz.
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| Aiyo, aiyo, cuz I’m the piece, the magnetic, I’m not the weak and pathetic
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| Sometimes, inside my rhymes, you hear words that perfected
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| Master your Hung Gar, five animal form kung fu Thundar the Barbarian sword, being swung
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| Wu-Tang, invincible blade, thrust to parry
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| Up the Temple steps, much water got carried
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| In this industrious world, meet the illustrious
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| Uncombustional, give props like Doctor Huxtable
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| Knew many men, only trust a few
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| Women, love the few, mention Wu-Wear linen, rugged blue
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| God-U's, I tuck a few, known to smash out a club or two
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| And represent the worldwide W Oh, oh, your veins, may call, in sweat, for blood
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| Your veins, may call, in sweat, for blood
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| Your veins, may call, in sweat, for blood
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| Feed you the flesh of men, so you can see end again
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| Yeah, yeah… |