| When I lift my shades up, my eyes blaze Ghetto Red Hot
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| But as is, my ad-libs, are more wicked than bad kids
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| Ask Biz if Tame leaves marks like a shit skid
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| It’s the Mister, on a mission mixer of the rougher
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| Mix the snuff that get you up? |
| But no style is tougher
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| I dismiss crews, I bruise, snooze ya losin
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| Groovin provin I can do in men who went out smoother
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| Artifact chart, my rap gat starts to battle
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| Tracks be fat so who dat? |
| Nigga I be through black
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| I get biz on bitches, puff izz with my cousins
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| Tame shit so wild, honies roll they eyes like Teddy Ruxpin
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| I hit mad skins, then roll up bills on the reals
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| My skills mad ill, but chill kid, everything’s real
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| From naps up top, down to the wrinkles in my Reeboks
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| I’m up late like Leno playin demos from my toolbox
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| My crew rocks, two blocks away from the buddha spot
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| I’m out but don’t get it fucked up, cause I wsnt you to rock
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| I come from the slums of New Jeruz I do bums
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| Who can’t adapt no haps son, you know I close on caption
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| You know this, boss niggaz like Lex to Mr. Otis
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| You can’t hold this bitch I’m swift like a lotus
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| Well it’s the wiseguy, who never did a driveby
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| But I fly zones, and shine like chrome, on 7: 35
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| I, play my Hi-Fi, volume up sky high
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| Talkin buddha thai, don’t bother tryin to fascinate my eye
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| I got 2020 like Baba Wawa on a Friday
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| Buy my tape, so I can put a Cruiser in my driveway
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| Say hi Tame, pass the dutch so I can take a puff
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| Of Born Cypher Cypher Master, I never get enough
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| No curls, no braids, peasy heads still get paid
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| Smokin sassy-frassy, that |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Notty Headed Nigguhz , by - Artifacts. Song from the album Between A Rock And A Hard Place, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп