| Turn my mic up
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| Turn my mic up
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| (Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down, nigga
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| (Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down, nigga
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| (Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down, nigga
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| (Steady on the left) Fuck it, blackout, niggas!
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| What the fuck is this?
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| While you pull up wit' a bunch of rentals
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| Sorry, but we don’t give a fuck about your credentials
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| We back to reinstate the boom bap wit' the fundamentals
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| Then they act like they don’t wanna move back
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| So when the gun’s essential
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| Blat, hit a shot 'til they clap, so disrespectful
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| Calm down, the shit like this
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| What the fuck is wrong with your mental?
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| While I remind 'em who’s the nicest
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| Sometimes these niggas' forgetful
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| I, so official, we makin' them actin' civil
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| These fickle niggas, we beat them until they’re crippled
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| Fold their bitch-asses up and serve 'em just like a nickel crack
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| Then pin them down when I carve my initials in their back
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| Sing along with the whistle
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| While we constantly launching missiles
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| Want to debate who be nicest
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| Then niggas want to argue with you
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| What’s the issue? |
| Y’all already know the answer:
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| If I’ve been called I make them black up in this bitch
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| Then they kick a hole in the wall
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| Calm down, hahahahahaha
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| Yo
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| (Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down, nigga
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| (Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down, nigga
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| (Steady on-)
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| («Yo, chill, man—chill!»)
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| (Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down, nigga
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| (Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down, nigga
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| (Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down, nigga
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| (Steady on the left) Fuck it, blackout, niggas!
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| Back it up, back it down, bought the four pound
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| Blow a hole in you dome like it was the ozone
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| Make you jump out your shoes, ill street blues
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| Pop pills, drink booze, with skills I paid dues
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| Hit you with the iron like Mackle boy
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| Spit fire when I rhyme till I smack a toy
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| I build, destroy, I bring pain, I bring joy
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| Tactics employed like Pretty Boy Floyd
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| Or Al Capone, international zone
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| Coaster my toaster in this holster home
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| But if it comes to the art, and it makes a spark
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| You’re gonna find out the bite’s much worse than the bark
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| Similar to a shark when I light up the dark
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| Put your body in park when I’m hitting my mark
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| The boys and the men all separate right there
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| And jump around, save PJ from the pair
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| Calm down
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| Yo
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| (Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down, nigga
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| (Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down, nigga
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| (Steady on-)
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| («Yo, chill, man—chill!»)
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| (Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down, nigga
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| (Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down, nigga
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| (Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down, nigga
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| (Steady on the left) Fuck it, blackout, niggas! |