| Just give me two seconds of ya time, I’mma take ya shine
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| If you got a bad bitch, this gon' make her mine
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| Once she hear the LP, a/k/a the album
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| By any means necessary, I will do a Malcolm
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| On the God, fix, the thirty yard six
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| Dominican Republic, never heard of y’all shit
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| They dig me, cuz I did me, swiftly
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| Hit trees with my overseas mc’s, then breeze
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| Them please, all of them niggas is good for
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| Is talkin', they love walkin' on knees
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| I cock and squeeze when I shower many
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| Show a little love, every now and them, if I was them
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| Fuck my enemies, I smoke my little trees
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| Show love to my seeds, and put my hours in
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| But that was then, and this is right here, right now
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| We can do it Apollo 10, listen up
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| How we do it, they wanna know
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| How the gods can flow, we bring the arsenal, they like
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| How we do it, we keep it crackin'
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| Ain’t no slackin', we lovin' to make it happen, they like
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| How they do it, ain’t no question
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| What we reppin', got them steppin, oh yea
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| How they do it, anytime you really want the answer
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| Call me and my mans up
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| First of all, let’s cut through the chase
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| And get right to the bottom line
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| You know the face, nigga, now the rhyme
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| Rap is not a crime, though I’m killin' 'em
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| Fo’five millin' 'em, Dru, send the bill to them
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| So I can let them know how I rock dog Pepsi
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| And the sock, don’t rep me on your block, dog
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| I do it for the indies, the independents
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| Who rhyme from the last penny, up until the last dime
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| I don’t play games at all
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| I’m at the bottom where the flames engulf, brains come off
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| Brave us off, it don’t matter, when ya face up north
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| It’s no laughter
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| Everybody seen the joke after, choke half the
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| The niggas in ya frontline, or in ya back up
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| One time, duke, you betta know who you dealin' with
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| No card, this is God, you hard of hearin' shit?
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| Listen up
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| Let it be known, Buck be ahead of the throne
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| The only nigga that’s ahead of his own, I stay on p
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| Like they on me, when they all see
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| That I’m all that, and they just jealous, and can’t be
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| Hopin' I fall again, but every time you pop off a pistol
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| You call my name, (Buckshot)
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| No need for amnesia, I need ta, spit a sick verse
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| For you, set off your seizure
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| Shake ya body and ya knees up
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| Ease up, weeze up in this bitch
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| Spark them trees up, you look like you need Buck
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| Well he’s up, in the crib, til you pay the kid
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| Pull your fees up, please, me with a visa?
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| He’s a, black Ebenezer, hate all you scheezers
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| Like me, I don’t like you neither
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| But your rap beats is soft, call Alicia Keys up |