| Aww now you could run
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| Or you could stand off
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| But I’ll have your whole crew
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| Luther Vandros
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| Coz if you in the Bay
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| You’ll probably gone hit me
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| Coz boy I got that Bobby and Whitney
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| That Sid and Nancy if you chance me, you can’t see
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| Don’t make have to pull a biscuit out the pantry
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| It’s on. |
| Dis boy gets stoned with Angie
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| Never touch a thing but ya own phalanges
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| I got a pocket full of lighters coz I’m a smoker
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| Them buds look like I’m in Roker
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| A shamen, help fools, beer and top rhymin'
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| You know you sucker ninjas is square so stop rhymin'
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| High rolls the outfit, now fuck with that
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| Thermal scope, cross hairs on your truck or hat
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| It’s nuthin, just how my brain be bustin'
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| Gold diggers monitor your game reduction
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| How producers make hits with the same percussions?
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| Cash got the gam instructions
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| Yeah this is the world famous Hieroglyphics crw
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| If our fees ain’t flow back
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| And our flows ain’t snap on, c’mon
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| We got kicks like soccer to click
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| Mix the vodka with the shit
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| To get ya proper da hit
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| With operation respect deez
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| I’m wise like ganja
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| Smoke yo geronimo
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| Then jump out the car
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| Respect the most honourable
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| Side-steppin weirdos like I’m in greewnich village
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| Can I kill it semi spill it seven six civilly
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| To the cadillac roll
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| Homie let me pass the fire
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| Let the records spin like hundred spoke tires
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| Quick **** on jim jones or david koresh
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| Quick to smack em with the shovel
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| Put my weight on the chest
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| Quit the pied piper ninja, eye of the tiger
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| Rounds are hit counterfeit, synthetic formica
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| That could never reach the heights of the tall sapoya
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| Get rushed in the hall probably call ya lawyer
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| I don’t drink with a bodyguard or with a shotty hard
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| Lrd knows I prolly need one
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| Livin in eastrn oaklan brothers tokin
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| And relatin to coordinary
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| It’s too ordinary, the more the merry
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| The biz, the whizz kids, the pyramids
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| Architects from the west, the best, period
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| We peerless and when the party people hear dis
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| They ready to start and the people, here it is
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| I think mega irregular when i grab the pen
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| I spit secular megalomaniac mack’n
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| Just to consider me the epitome
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| Plus ** the sparkle and glitter
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| With a herd of heavy hitters at my back
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| I bet I’ll split a critter down the middle
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| And I’ll respond, react
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| Reiterate the fact, obliterate the wack
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| I’m hear to make a sack
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| My lyrics blaze the track
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| A natural black aphrodesiac
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| I’m melanin magnetic with my breezy naps
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| And my easy smile, and my brand new style
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| I’m pimp lover the hieroglyphics covenant and you
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| Outta your mind, thinkin you can get outta your line
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| I snatch your spine outta your behind while
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| The alpine plays
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| One of them beats thats plays and slays
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| MCs as we move on through the maze |