| Oh shit!
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| Jumped on my man’s dick.
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| Heard he had a 12 inch, now the bitch is love sick.
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| Who’s to blame? |
| the guy or the groupie.
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| Heard i was down with du (digital underground).
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| Now she wants to do me.
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| Whoo eee!
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| This is the life: new bitch every night.
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| Never tripped off a wife.
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| It ain’t right, but it’s cool how they come quick.
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| Don’t try to flip with the lip cuz i rush shit.
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| Hip hip horay for the ak.
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| Spray when i lay competition.
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| What a great day.
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| Make pay.
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| Next is the wet sex.
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| Hex wit the vex. |
| now they wets with the complex.
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| I’m upset.
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| Wonder what i told chet.
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| Bloody as coat.
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| Snappin motha fucka’s necks.
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| Revenge so sweet when it comes from
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| Niggas gettin dumb with the drun.
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| Whatch my foes run.
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| Niggas keep comin when they can’t slip.
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| Follow that shit?
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| Another hit from the lunatic.
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| Yeah, fuck that dog. |
| word up.
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| Plug niggas out the motha fuckin frame.
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| Now what i’m sayin.
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| Constantly.
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| Fuck that, duke. |
| we ain’t havin it.
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| Leave me the fuck alone.
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| You gets none of this.
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| It’s suicidal.
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| You lose title like douglas.
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| Cuz i’m nothing nice and i’m icin like tyson.
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| I’m grippin the mic and my dj is slicin.
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| I’m tired of motha fuckad steppin to me with the same ol'.
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| Tryin to do me like nintendo.
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| How the fuck ya figure i even got this far.
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| By bootin motha fuckas like a shootin star.
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| Cuz i’m out to show that i’m a dope mc.
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| Think crack had ya fiendin?
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| What till they geta load of me.
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| Bitches on my dick like a motha fuckin condom.
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| Niggas wanna flip? |
| let em step and i’m bomb em.
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| See something ya want? |
| why don’t cha come again.
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| And nigga wax the tax just like the government.
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| Then i’ll leave ya sittin there, wonderin where your money went.
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| Why your bitch is callin me, tellin me to come again.
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| Nigga, i’ll loc when i smoke on the indo.
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| Hope we can be friends, though, after you get broke like a window.
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| That’s what you prevoked. |
| now ya smoked out.
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| Lookin like a bitch cuz your whole fuckin posse broke out.
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| Punk motha fucka couldn’t roll on. |
| he couldn’t hold on.
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| The game’s fuckin too strong.
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| Nigga, leave me the fuck alone.
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| You gets none of this.
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| Feel the wrath and revenge of the lunatic.
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| Yeah, 2, tell them motha fuckas. |
| word up.
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| We ain’t havin it. |
| none of that shit.
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| Bitch ass niggas. |
| niggas can’t fuck wit us.
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| 91 we takin this whole motha fucka over.
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| Niggas got problems in 91.
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| 92, 93, and all that ovther shit. |
| word up.
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| Recognize game when it smacks your bitch.
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| I’m back to rip. |
| puttin us on the map wit this mackin shit.
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| Time will tell if it’s made well.
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| Will i raise hell and accell cuz it pays well?
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| Jordan couldn’t dunk it any harder.
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| Pump it any farther.
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| I’m funky.
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| That’s word to the father.
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| Act like ya know, pull a ??
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| Ya roll on.
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| Thought you was a pimp, now you simpin for a solo.
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| Oh no, not another new jack.
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| Swearin that he’s ruthless.
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| Ducked, now he’s fucked. |
| left toothless.
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| I could hear the fear in ya flow.
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| Ya ain’t prepared.
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| You’re scared and your bound to go.
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| It’s something. |
| i guess i’ll let the beat keep bumpin.
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| Stop trippin off these niggas cuz they ain’t about nothin.
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| Or should i say nathan.
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| Punk put my tape in. fuck all the fakin.
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| I’m sick of the bullshit. |
| come equipped, get ready to rip or get the dick of the lunatic.
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| Yes y’all
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| (aw yeah, fuck that!.)
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| (know what i’m sayin?)
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| The motha fuckin lunatic.
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| (yes 2, tell them niggas what time it is.)
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| Punk motha fuckas.
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| (niggas can’t fuck wit us. word up.)
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| Get the dick of the lunatic.
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| (bitch ass niggas. fuck em.)
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| Fuck all them niggas.
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| I’m tellin these niggas that they ain’t got nathan on a nigga like me.
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| We squashin these punk motha fuckas in 91,92,93 and so on.
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| So let the beat flow on.
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| While i spray these punk bitches wit these dope ass lyrics.
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| Thanks to papa for supplying the dank.
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| Now it’s money in the bank.
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| And all y’all niggas shit stank compared to this shit.
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| Fuck y’all punk bitches.
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| The lunatic.
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| One verse is all it takes.
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| Something wicked this way comes. |