| It’s only mandatory
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| The rap game ain’t never bore me
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| MC’s they try to fore me
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| Motherfuckers is mostly glory
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| I hit 'em with venom
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| Let the venom hit 'em
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| Wait 'till the venom hit 'em
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| King cobra, straight dola
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| Ticky ticky time bomb
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| It’s just like napon
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| I chill with player’s and rap god’s and shere khan’s
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| Man first I rev 'em up
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| Smear 'em up
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| And then I tear 'em up
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| Catch 'em slippin'
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| While cookin porkchops in the kitchen
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| This game is so cold and man you can’t tell
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| It’s like a plane crash one ticket straight to hell
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| There ain’t no O.R. |
| and man there ain’t no bail
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| It’s like a plane crash one ticket straight to hell
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| It’s so symplistic
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| Hot of god look on the gifted
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| Nigga here’s your ticket
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| Come on in better hide your biscuit
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| Mind full of doja
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| Freaks they wanna know ya
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| Cops pull you over
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| With a angel on your shoulder
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| Hey, shit, you better stop bitch
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| You want some paper bitch
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| You better pull a caper bitch
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| It’s just like trinity
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| Double Glock scared of that enemy
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| Fifteens a penalty
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| Make you step back for infinity
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| Get your dough homie
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| Perfect you shoe homie
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| And when you roll homie
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| Then get your dough homie
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| They call me Nicky
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| Half ounce of that sticky
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| Freak said she wanna get with me
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| Back up bitch
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| It’s like tiger prawns and caviar
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| Doin 110 in a foreign car
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| Keep your mackin up the par
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| Keep your stackin up the par
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| Yo! |
| it’s just like livin' it up
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| Yo! |
| it’s just like givin' it up
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| Yo! |
| it’s just like tippin' it up, flippin' it up
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| Crippin' it up, rippin' it up Yo!
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| Please |