| We get it all 'cause we can’t get a law, take stripes
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| Late nights apply the squeeze, 'cause pressure bust pipes
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| See the hand that stretches, the animal that fetches
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| No conscience, to think how life is so precious
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| Just a pure rat hunter, old school and newcomer
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| When it’s warm outside, you won’t last the whole summer
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| Straight gorilla pimpin', follow in my hoopty
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| A dark van in the back, the slide door cracked
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| My wolves gather in the pack, the rep is intact
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| And don’t question nothin' I say, simply react
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| A bunch of beast unleashed on 'em, thoughts of a predator
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| It’s not just a job, man, it’s an adventure
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| I turn up the temperature, as hot as all hell
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| When you raise a hungry lion and ring a dinner bell
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| It’s the monsters in your dreams, the muffle in your screams
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| If it’s Black Heart what it means? |
| The gangsta that leans
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| Keep it in the steets, the hero in the terror
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| When our worlds collide, we gon' get together
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| The fight for supremacy, ride on your enemy
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| Respect this gorilla pimpin'
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| Play the backseats with the owl, the goons on the prowl
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| The hood is gon' remember my name, God
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| This is that presidental addition, the man on a mission
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| Straight up gorilla pimpin'
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| I’m just hotter than these chumps, choose any level
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| I could sit with all you nerds, or conquer any rebel
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| It’s the family I represent, from the murder-ville
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| And think it won’t have yo' head duckin' bullets, it will
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| You can’t trace the skill, I move like the phantom
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| Besides the ugly work I do, I’m so handsome
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| Remove that black hoodie, Timbs, and black jeans
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| And stack my paper real nice and switch scenes, oh
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| You ain’t nothin' but a word, mami
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| I’m diggin' how a strong mother South Beach rock me, and what
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| How we step off the plane, know the whip is insane
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| And how I left New York is how I came
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| Bang, we hittin' Miami just like a hurricane
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| Dana Dane to ya lane, tear it out the frame
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| The ladies, the vibe, and what I prescribe
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| My shive is so live, park that joint and ride scooters
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| Keep it in the steets, the hero in the terror
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| When our worlds collide, we gon' get together
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| The fight for supremacy, ride on your enemy
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| Respect this gorilla pimpin'
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| Play the backseats with the owl, the goons on the prowl
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| The hood is gon' remember my name, God
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| This is that presidental addition, the man on a mission
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| Straight up gorilla pimpin'
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| I’m for the money more than the glory and tell my story
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| Had the nerve to doubt my scratch, you broads can’t afford me
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| I’m used to honeys that’s holdin' a pocketbook scrollin'
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| See the more loyal I am, the more that I’m controllin'
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| But it’s not my mean to, she really claim she needs you
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| Show the real business in your camp I see through
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| Let 'em lay all the pieces down, and I could back it
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| Feel that they could run a scam on you, and I could track it
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| It’s nothin', you could play the front, dime piece call
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| So you know, in bed with me, it’s winner take all
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| You reel in my big fish, and it’s a wrap
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| That got me cheesin' like that Indian, on that starter cap
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| That’s Cleveland, stupid, but I’m out the NY
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| See the best blow it like limbi, I’m so fly
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| Here’s an offer they can’t refuse, let 'em blow a fuse
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| And they’re never gonna catch me slippin, gorilla pimpin
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| Keep it in the steets, the hero in the terror
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| When our worlds collide, we gon' get together
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| The fight for supremacy, ride on your enemy
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| Respect this gorilla pimpin'
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| Play the backseats with the owl, the goons on the prowl
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| The hood is gon' remember my name, God
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| This is that presidental addition, the man on a mission
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| Straight up gorilla pimpin' |