| I get to bustin' like I’m a thirty ought six
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| When I’m rippin' the beat up, but then I heard he got pissed
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| When I got at the top and they made him purty hot (Uh)
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| 'Cause he knowin' that Tecca Nina’s a dirty chopper (Uh)
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| He’s handle, holmes, here’s a handful
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| How in the hell he hoverin' havin' hella go ham though?
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| I said to Seven, «Richie Havens’ll be the man»
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| So we put it together thinkin' Eminem was a gamble (uh)
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| Guess not, 'cause he be the guest spot
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| Kaliko said, «What we doin'?» |
| — I said to him, «Let's chop!»
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| So now the people finally get three of the best locked (Uh)
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| Never be another chopper’s comin' so let’s rock, nigga! |
| (Uh)
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| You’re on, people got to wonderin' if it’s a for sure song
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| Yes, I got another killer makin' a tour strong
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| If you thinkin' of battlin'—uh, you’re gone!
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| Nobody can catch him, he the Speedy Gonzales
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| The beat is a problem
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| And if you got your feet in your mouth
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| You gon' have to beat it up out of him
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| It’s a lot of 'em, and I mean a lot of 'em
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| And me and Nina used to follow them
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| I’ve got to audibly body them
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| This is it, man, the hitman, the Ip Man, karate 'em
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| And if fans will lift hands, we’ll get dancin' out of 'em
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| And in Kansas advanced to withstand a pile of 'em
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| Who stands with two hands up movin' the crowd of 'em
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| If I ain’t makin' sense
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| Then you better sample the amp of it like the bass
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| It ain’t ever been a gift for me to heat 'em
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| I beat 'em, I burn 'em (Then I let 'em melt)
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| They never heard of us, but look at 'em turnin' up (Uh)
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| I slap the shirt off a super simpleton, make 'em be impotent
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| If and when I be flippin', niggas be feminine (Okay)
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| I said the purpose to pimp a pen
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| And reverse the conditions I’m livin' in
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| And do bigger numbers than Eminem
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| Gotta be fast, or I’ll smash on a nigga
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| With half the cash I’m a little sicker, quicker than you figure
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| (Ice cold) I make 'em shiver bigger than the winter
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| If you half-ass deliverin' I’ma eat your dinner (Yum)
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| Better than mine, oh no, not me, I mean other guys (Okay)
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| I jump around, so do that mean that I’m rubberized? |
| (Okay)
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| Me and N9ne master, meaning we murderize
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| We’ll bleed 'em, beat 'em 'til they be gone, feed 'em!
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| Speedom! |
| (If you wanna go with us)
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| Speedom! |
| (I'ma leave 'em in the dust)
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| Speedom! |
| (I must be the one to bust)
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| Speedom! |
| (And I’m gonna hit the clutch)
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| Speedom! |
| (If you wanna go with us)
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| Speedom! |
| (I'ma leave 'em in the dust)
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| Speedom! |
| (I must be the one to bust)
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| Speedom! |
| (And I’m gonna hit the clutch)
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| Sometimes (Go) I feel (Go)
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| Like I’ll never slow down
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| (Worldwide Choppers)
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| Sometimes (Go) I feel (Go)
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| Like I’ll never slow down
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| (Worldwide Choppers)
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| Wait! |
| Before I wreck this beat, let me just check to see
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| If Stephanie Mills left any extra refills
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| Of ecstasy pills next to me, in the seats spilled
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| Or she eat 'em all with a breakfast drink (You inspect the sink?)
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| I’m in the habit of grabbin' a mic and babblin', I dabble in Vics
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| But I might just swallow my fuckin' Ritalin tablet after tonight
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| I’m grabbin' it right from the medicine cabinet
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| 'Cause that’s what it’s like, and attackin' it like a Dracula bite
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| Jetpack in a backpack when I write
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| All this anger pent-up inside
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| I went up inside a Bennigans diner with a cigarette lighter
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| Figured I’d try to set a big enough fire
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| That’ll trigger the sprinkler system
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| And I’d escape, but the getaway driver
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| Screwed up my limo, collided with the center divider
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| I went through the window
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| And ended up being pinned to the side
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| Of a semi fender beside a friend of the guy’s wife Brenda
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| The flight attendant from Idaho
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| That took an antenna in the vagina hole
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| 'Cause when I pick up a pen I’m venomous
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| And I’m as slick as Dennis the Menace
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| Like an evil dental hygienist, sinister
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| You’ve been yellin' dementedness
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| I invented this, I’m the genesis
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| Eminem is a nemesis to a feminist
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| Fuckin' smart alec degenerate, I got Ellen DeGeneres
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| Tryna tell me these men are just full of jealousy, envious
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| Of female independence, hell with a clitoris, hit or miss
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| You will never consider this a bitter disappointment
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| I’ll never fail to deliver this
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| Whatever the weather in this’ll be |
| Just like a certificate of authenticity that I’m thinkin' about
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| Just tryna think of the quickest and sickest way
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| To make 'em picket, I pick a day to be a prick
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| Then I’m pickin' the wickedest shit to say
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| Spit it back on a level, incredible
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| Head full of Red Bull, unforgettable
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| Better believe these beats are edible
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| I consider loose leaf a vegetable
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| And I stalk my prey
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| You think you got away? |
| Uh-uh, not today
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| Murder you on a song and then I’ll just say
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| I was with Dr. Dre and Robert Blake, eatin' lobster, steak
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| And coffee cake at a restaurant with Drake
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| And Tech just gotta make sure that our stories corroborate
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| I’m a lot to take, like Kanye walkin' up on the stage
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| For Beyoncé, like it’s my job to say
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| That you’re not a real artist, but it’s my obligation
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| Honest Abe is on his way, you will not escape
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| Ammunition replenished, the Punisher
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| With his gun insured, hundred words
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| In a clip, other words motherfuckers better run
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| If you’re not lookin' to get run over by the roadrunner
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| No wonder no one don’t wanna go
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| And jump in front of a fuckin' runaway locomotive
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| Or get thrown up under it just tryna fuck with the—
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| Speedom! |
| (If you wanna go with us)
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| Speedom! |
| (I'ma leave 'em in the dust)
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| Speedom! |
| (I must be the one to bust)
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| Speedom! |
| (And I’m gonna hit the clutch)
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| Speedom! |
| (If you wanna go with us)
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| Speedom! |
| (I'ma leave 'em in the dust)
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| Speedom! |
| (I must be the one to bust)
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| Speedom! |
| (And I’m gonna hit the clutch)
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| Sometimes (Go) I feel (Go)
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| Like I’ll never slow down
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| (Worldwide Choppers)
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| Sometimes (Go) I feel (Go)
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| Like I’ll never slow down
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| (Worldwide Choppers)
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| I’m the fury, the final fight
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| I flip it on fraudulent fellas for feelin' fright
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| I flick it on fire, finish him when the flow in flight
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| Feminine fakers fall, I’m floggin' a foe with a fife
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| Never forget it, I severed the head of a critic
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| I sped up and did it, you trippin' to be a dead epidemic
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| Or wet up a clinic, and make a bloody redder percentage
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| Of an addict who’s havin' to get the lead of a cynic
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| I was never the Devil, I put up a fight up in the industry
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| Peddle the metal, we givin' the light, a lot of energy
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| We reppin', beat checkin' he that be Koba
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| If he’s the evil enemy it’ll be over
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| Running you down, in front of your town
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| You ever makin' fun of the clown, I’m gunnin' you down
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| We doin' it under the ground, a wonderful sound
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| If anybody come at the hound, no one’ll be found, bitch!
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| Would never be choppin' without Slick Rick
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| I got it from the record «Lick the Balls» and this dick
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| If you never listen to me, you musical misfit
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| Nah, 'cause every time I be droppin' I get bit
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| I’m hearin' a lot of rappers, they tryin' to spit quick
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| But the Middle West got 'em and we kill 'em in this bitch
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| If you ain’t in my circle of choppers you missed it
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| 'Cause me and my nigga Twista rule it—and this it
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| Speedom! |
| (If you wanna go with us)
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| Speedom! |
| (I'ma leave 'em in the dust)
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| Speedom! |
| (I must be the one to bust)
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| Speedom! |
| (And I’m gonna hit the clutch)
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| Speedom! |
| (If you wanna go with us)
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| Speedom! |
| (I'ma leave 'em in the dust)
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| Speedom! |
| (I must be the one to bust)
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| Speedom! |
| (And I’m gonna hit the clutch)
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| Sometimes (Go) I feel (Go)
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| Like I’ll never slow down
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| (Worldwide Choppers)
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| Sometimes (Go) I feel (Go)
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| Like I’ll never slow down
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| (Worldwide Choppers) |