| You bet' not get it twisted, nigga
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| For real, no doubt, no doubt
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| Big shit sick, real thick bitch, when I roll up
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| You bet' not get it twisted, nigga
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| For real, no doubt, no doubt
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| Respect my name when it leave your mouth
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| You bet' not get it
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| I see myself as Bruce Banner
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| Some people say I’m a loose cannon
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| I only came here to do damage
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| Not 21, I’m just too savage
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| Go ahead and get you some new glasses
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| But I am unseeable, dude can it
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| I will applaud you if you manage
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| I now reside on a new planet
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| Nigga, my ego is on Eiffel
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| Piss a nigga off I ain’t really gonna see no high road
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| «Damn Hop, why you seem so spiteful?»
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| Stepping on niggas like fee-fo-fi-fum
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| Get used to my trifle ways when enemies got a price to pay
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| I don’t really fit in with none of you niggas
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| When I’m near you, I feel like a metal in a microwave
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| I’d much rather be at home all alone by myself
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| Fuck your support, I can buy it myself
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| Foes be the real reason why I melt
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| Y’all get around me and eyeing my wealth
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| I don’t need anyone side my help
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| Pain in my eyes every time I yelp
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| If I don’t relax then my mind might swell
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| But I guess that’s life, oh well
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| So here’s my hypothesis
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| The old me does not exist
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| Y’all like «what Hop is this»
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| I’m not here for peace
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| I’m not here for love
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| Bitch, I want the opposite
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| So fuck all the compliments
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| Fuck being positive
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| I’m in my prime, but I ain’t no Optimus
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| Shit’s about to go down
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| I can promise it, biatch
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| You bet' not get it twisted, nigga
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| For real, no doubt, no doubt (No doubt!)
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| Big shit sick, real thick bitch, when I roll up
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| You bet' not get it twisted, nigga
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| For real, no doubt, no doubt (No doubt!)
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| Respect my name when it leave your mouth
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| You bet' not get it twisted, nigga
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| For real, no doubt, no doubt (No doubt!)
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| Big shit sick, real thick bitch, when I roll up
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| You bet' not get it twisted, nigga
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| For real, no doubt, no doubt (No doubt!)
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| Respect my name when it leave your mouth
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| You bet' not get it
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| How you tryna drive from the backseat
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| I been running things like an athlete
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| Pedal to the metal going max speed
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| Sippin' Red Bull 'cause I barely had sleep
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| Laboratory smellin' like a gas leak
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| Going up in flames when the track beat
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| I made a 100 motherfuckin' K last week
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| Niggas feeling me like Mr King’s last speech
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| When you mixing a whole lot of hardcore revenge
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| And pitchfork your sins then misfortune wins
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| You can cop you a house up in Porter Ranch
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| And pull up on these hoes in Porsche or Benz
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| So many fake friends, I’m bored of friends
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| Life feel just like I’m bordered in
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| Have I talked to the Lord I sorta been
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| I been battlin' with life in a tournament
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| Let me split the facts
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| Bitch, relax, I lift the match and build the shit from scratch
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| First empire I built, shit collapsed
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| Had bad splits like my lips were chapped
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| Back in high school where not many kids could rap
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| When I engineer they ass just for cash
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| Niggas couldn’t see where my head was at
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| In my living room where I rest the plaques
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| So here my conclusion
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| As I sit in this booth I condition to bruise
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| I’m vicious and gruesome
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| Your listening tools, some premeditated murder yes I meant to intrude
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| It’s Panorama city, madness up against me
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| You see Prodigy the rapper TAC committee
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| I been rappin' 'fore the world tell me not to go sittin'
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| Like
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| You bet' not get it twisted, nigga
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| For real, no doubt, no doubt (No doubt!)
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| Big shit sick, real thick bitch, when I roll up
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| You bet' not get it twisted, nigga
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| For real, no doubt, no doubt (No doubt!)
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| Respect my name when it leave your mouth
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| You bet' not get it twisted, nigga
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| For real, no doubt, no doubt (No doubt!)
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| Big shit sick, real thick bitch, when I roll up
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| You bet' not get it twisted, nigga
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| For real, no doubt, no doubt (No doubt!)
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| Respect my name when it leave your mouth
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| You bet' not get it
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| Welcome to my Euphoria
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| This is a place where I’m too victorious
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| This ain’t a place where the grass is greener
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| This is a place full of mad demeanor
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| Look sideways catch a bag of fever
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| Niggas stay shooked like they having seizures
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| My life’s a movie and that’s the teaser
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| So recognize the real nigga
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| You bet' not get it twisted, nigga
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| For real, no doubt, no doubt (No doubt!)
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| Big shit sick, real thick bitch, when I roll up
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| You bet' not get it twisted, nigga
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| For real, no doubt, no doubt (No doubt!)
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| Respect my name when it leave your mouth
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| You bet' not get it twisted, nigga
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| For real, no doubt, no doubt (No doubt!)
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| Big shit sick, real thick bitch, when I roll up
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| You bet' not get it twisted, nigga
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| For real, no doubt, no doubt (No doubt!)
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| Respect my name when it leave your mouth
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| You bet' not get it |