| My Vocabularies vary, its so exclusionary
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| You’ll find my baby pictures in modern dictionaries
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| Next to mighty mercenaries, and visual visionaries
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| And sexy freaks eating strawberries
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| I represent my mind in the 415 dime
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| Tryin' to stop my rhyme is like tryin' to stop crime
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| I float like an eagle that soars through the sky
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| And hit the murder scene in the perfect disguise
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| In my rap world we bump 75 girls
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| Playboy short, right before court
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| Staring at the judge like 'what you talking bout?'
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| You told me to take the stick of gum out my mouth
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| See I’m a devil in the street from the serious rhyme
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| But still I’m an angel in my Mamas eyes
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| In my rap world, WE BUMP 75 GIRLS
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| PLAYBOY SHORT, RIGHT BEFORE COURT
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| Try to bite what I write and it’ll break ya jaw
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| Andre Nickatina right here in the raw
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| Ain’t no real rap lord gon' respect the law
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| Get the phone, page my little cousin Bobby Shaw
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| Shuffle like a CD changer, the rearranger
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| Baby hold me tight like the gun of a banger
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| In the frame of the game leave my name on your brain
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| Until we meet again it will never be the same
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| Slice my own piece of the true money pie
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| When is it cool for a real cat to cry?
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| I hit the sky like a bullet that’s shot at the moon
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| Ride the wind like a wicked witch tipping her broom
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| Keep your eyes on the deck, check, 52 card bet
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| Heart bumping through his chest, I love it when I see him sweat…
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| In my rap world, SHIT, 75 GIRLS…
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| Expose the theory of remarkable whirlwinds
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| Beats I wish I could sex like my girlfriends
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| Party 'til dawn on them hoes like its the first
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| Who gon' keep on talking when the 4−4's burst?
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| Smokin' weed like its legal, possessed by the words
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| The world is a ghetto man there ain’t no burbs
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| I got a solid gold crown that I’ll never wear
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| Cause I know Tommy Tuckers want me to share |