| Look at the way they’re hating on us
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| Like we had a deal already, steady as we go
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| I could have been the one to tell 'em that we didn’t
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| But it’s hit and go, yeah get a dose
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| Ces in the building, better be gone
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| 'Fore we blow the roof, off of this M. F'er
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| I don’t wanna get sidetracked, in a Maybach blowing dope wit' dem heffers
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| I’m a handful so is Ubi so it’s like your fucking with a pair of double D’s
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| I’ve been screaming out the shit I mean about
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| And all I got to say is «Motherfuck emcees»
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| Hit 'em and buckle knees, get 'em in line
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| I’m about to go spam on em' and I’m on a roll
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| Could it have been the reason why you acting like a bitch?
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| Pussy popping on a pole
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| What am I doing here?
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| Why do I doos it?
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| I could say it’s all about the music
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| But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t trying to stack a couple of racks
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| And that’s amusement to 'em
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| Look at the way, we do 'em, killer city cannibal with Cannonball
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| Get you open like a can opener, the Kan-Kan-Kansas City shuffle y’all
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| I ain’t been around the block a lot
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| I’m not the sharpest pencil in the box
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| Still I’m knowin' enough to get the shit to pop
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| Yeah I’m blowing up and up, lifting off
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| Why you lippin' off? |
| Watch it dude
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| Do you know, who in the fuck you talking to?
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| Ces clipping up and ready to lock on you
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| It’s not a lot to say, a lot to do
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| Opportunity knocked and I’m knocking you
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| Out the way you’re way out of pocket dude
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| And I don’t give a fuck if you’re sick as fuck
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| If you spit at us, I’ll clip your nuts
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| If your upper lip so much as ripple up
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| If you’re soft I can help you stiffen up
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| What you talking 'bout, ain’t shit to us
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| Yeah I’m talking down to you, listen up, punk
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| Is it true that ain’t shit changed? |
| Listen to the way it bang
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| Introducing you to what is new and everybody will agree it’s Strange
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| Hit 'em with a klick clack bang, talking gotta get back, man
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| We don’t wanna gotta go to war, never more, let me do my goddamn thang
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| Is it true that ain’t shit changed? |
| Listen to the way it bang
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| Introducing you to what is new and everybody will agree it’s Strange
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| Hit 'em with a klick clack bang, talking gotta get back, man
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| We don’t wanna gotta go to war, never more, let me do my goddamn thang
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| What am I an oddity? |
| I ought to be
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| We the two to take it to another level
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| I’m in another lane, on some other plane
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| People say I probably parlay with the Devil
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| Parlay with myself, makes a lot of sense
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| Make some motherfucker gotta hop the fence
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| I show up in all black, at the party bloody hands like I just forgot to rinse
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| Back in the day I used to want to chop a bitch
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| Magnetism I attract the opposites
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| Now I’m keeping it clean the crib’s pristine
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| Like I hired George Papadopoulos
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| Lock your lips, y’all been in a coma on us honestly
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| I know the weather better pack an um-ber-ella fella y’all are hella cray
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| Look up, the snake and bat are travelin' that-away, have a good day
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| I can see it in the way you running around
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| Running your mouth, talking all the time
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| Laying me down inside a coffin, all for why?
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| Mad at us for catapulting off the N9ne!
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| Why you broken up and crying?
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| Wipe away your tears, open up your eyes
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| Why you leaning all up in my lights?
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| Scheming on my plates, soaking up the shine?
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| Look at the size of this table, it’s giant room enough for both of us to dine
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| Hanger Steak with a side of asparagus, a glass of Coppola for wine
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| Sober up before you try and roll with us, you must be Robitussin high
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| Thinking you know what’s up with us, but know that I’m
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| Focused on my grind, blowing up, goodbye!
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| Is it true that ain’t shit changed? |
| Listen to the way it bang
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| Introducing you to what is new and everybody will agree it’s Strange
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| Hit 'em with a klick clack bang, talking gotta get back, man
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| We don’t wanna gotta go to war, never more, let me do my goddamn thang
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| Is it true that ain’t shit changed? |
| Listen to the way it bang
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| Introducing you to what is new and everybody will agree it’s Strange
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| Hit 'em with a klick clack bang, talking gotta get back, man
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| We don’t wanna gotta go to war, never more, let me do my goddamn thang
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| Who am I? |
| The heavy handed healer, here we go |
| I keep a couple in the clip for y’all
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| We can get it popping, that’s the only option
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| Guess I’m shooting from the fucking hip at y’all
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| Cut you open, hoping somebody gotta Sham-wow, blood about to hit the wall
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| I can see it coming cousin like I’m staring back at you
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| From inside a crystal ball
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| This is all for you
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| But do you remember when you fronted on us when we did the interview?
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| What? |
| You forget to do your job?
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| You were pawning me, now I’m pimping you
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| You were on to me, now I’m into you
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| And it ought to be peaceful, but when you choose
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| Hanging dirty laundry over dinner, ooh
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| Honestly it’s inde-indefensable
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| Head of the class, fucking up the principle
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| Got 'em ingesting hella deadly chemicals
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| I’m gonna go as far as saying we ain’t playing
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| And we got 'em by the fucking genitals
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| I’m gonna hit 'em with the binding resolution
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| Getting biblical with every clip I pull
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| Take a seat with y’all, have a sip with you
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| I’ve been eating y’all, now I’m getting full
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| Shitting better, get the stool softener
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| Look at 'em, 'bout to break the blade off in her
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| I don’t remember anything after getting swill and high
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| Swear to God, occifer
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| Often heard (heard!) The Ces seldom seen
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| By the studio time that I sell a dream
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| Tell 'em to leave the game before the end of you
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| Hell of a fee to pay, my soul is sinner proof
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| It’s your move |