| Yo picture God a perfect cut diamond
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| Or bein the motha fucka man without even tryin
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| Livin like im dead to the world with tickets yo and refferals
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| My hair is in a perm so i can never have a curl
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| Man its a bluebird on my shoulder can i kill it?
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| Man wakin up the bacon toast and eggs up in the skillett
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| Man can you feel it?
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| I cut you down like a midget
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| And when you see me make you feel just like a prision visit
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| Im such a (lizard?)
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| I want the flames in the fire
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| So there it is paint a picture fuck up my desire
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| You said you want style ill give you style with drug lord flava
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| I make a pimp dance yeah by shottin at his gatas
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| Pickin up the nickles n dimes like Jackal and Hide
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| The bounty is waitin for me up at Mt. Zine
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| Its primetime whos gon shine from the raw rhyme
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| Picture a rollercoaster up in a boss mind
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| Real playboys have wings in the sky
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| Silently cryin out man please dont die
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| Man gettin to the thick of it all
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| Man picture the brods
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| Man tellin ya call
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| But hopin ya fall
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| Sayin my name like King James no pad adriatic
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| Im paranoind but really dont panic
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| The life afta they say its colder then the packers
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| All and the damn money in the world is not a factor
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| Man true indeed
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| Upin the game with a mouth ta feed
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| I make a 360 spin homie rollin the weed
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| Roll the weed
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| Roll the weed
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| Long live the king
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| We take a sertain situation to run an organizarion
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| Man bustin like a (?) patient
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| Cooperation man seven years is what hes fakin
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| Now hes even more gangsta cuz hes rollin wit da nation
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| Now (?) yourself
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| Then i will talk like greedy Gretchin
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| Man hear the confession of my priffesion
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| Is Secession of illegal weapons
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| Up in a dot daytona
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| My mexican girl she drank two coronas
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| And she know about the ayatolah
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| Im movin through the clouds
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| Youd better hold me down
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| Im smokin weed and im g’d and ready ta clown
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| I love ta see you drown
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| You know I spit it
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| To get it
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| To flip it
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| To sell it
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| To air mail it to yo town
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| Im like electical current
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| The playa reffereant
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| (??) councourent
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| Because its gonna hit the furnace
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| Man pitches the pictures of me
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| Picturin the bitches
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| And all up here sayin write the scriptures
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| It gets worse
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| Cuz mentally youre cursed
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| Youre livin in a verse
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| Sometimes it hurts but baby yeah you know it works
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| Long live the king
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| Long live the king |