| My raps are like a cell phone rate,
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| Cause they keep ringin all across the state.
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| Hit the barbque party make a handsome plate,
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| I give u hell untill I make it to the pealy date.
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| Feel pretty, king nicky do it for the city,
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| The spot got hot when they shut of the semi.
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| Game is late with a straight poker face,
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| My recipies cats all wourlin to taste,
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| But wait it’s the chef the new hockey ref,
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| Cause I’m a cold rap cat till my very last breathe, yes,
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| I crash cars with the melokie brothers.
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| My horoscope told me there is no other.
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| I rap everyday like a christmas gift,
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| I stay hot at the head if the g’s don’t flip, but trip,
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| Crushed velvet I tackle no helmet (wuh)
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| I probly ain’t shit if u let a freak tell it.
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| Wha (?) via pimp take it for what it’s worth,
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| Loli lo might mama never (?)
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| With the magnitude that you submittin'
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| To the game brame watch this how you be forgettin
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| Cut out your never next with the stylish jack
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| Leave your ass for dead cause you be fuckin faggots BITCH
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| Picture this superbowl sunday,
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| Niggas shoottin craps in the kitchen
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| Bank robber
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| What ever you like pumpin I ain’t from my abs
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| Cause my ass is tight
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| I write scriptures,
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| For those (?) drug picture
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| Treat the pain and make it feel liek a slug hit cha
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| (?) I’m about to make bail
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| The plan I got (?) cliental
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| The killer whale goes deep benathe the ocean floor,
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| And leaves dead MC’s at the sandshore.
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| The atlantic, man don’t panic, you act liek u ain’t never
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| Get your ass kicked.
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| I make money and for me it’s sheer kind,
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| Comin through, smellin good, park (?) (ooooh)
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| All in detriot man they know my (?)
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| Stretchin they necks tryin ta check the guy cause,
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| I stay quite when my other niggas get loud
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| I kick style with my silver tooth smile (cha ching)
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| I cook rhymes on a cookie sheet
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| While you play that top on a rookie beat
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| WORD
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| Frankly, I’m about to spank thee
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| On the microphone (?)
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| Stitchin up your pain with my protocall
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| You’ll get your (?)
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| Kidding, you see my devilsh grin
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| I see the way you like sedating while I’m lickin my ends
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| While u be gressin I’m progressin your the (?)
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| First lesson compessin, cause (?)
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| Is the first step to a cry (?) I’m a pimps grip
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| (?) now really how far do you think the players
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| Path gon getcha? |
| c’mon nigga HUH HUH?
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| Shiiit you know mackin is a game freak, and I’m a player
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| But not for long (?)
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| Shiiit, King Nicky in full effect I got coke dealers askin
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| «What you doin next? |
| «and check.
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| Like the honycomb hideout hidaway, I don’t drive nickatine
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| I just fly away. |
| Spread my wings like a vulture when it comes to this,
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| Makin moneys more sweater then a tounge kiss.
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| Shift the gears on my (?) like a (?)
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| Back there I had you spinnin like a comacobie.
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| Work the rap like a drunk work a bar tender,
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| Shake it live like a colt 45. |