| Whatchu trying to do to me
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| Even up the score?
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| Sing it on bitch
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| Wait was that it?
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| Is it true?
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| Better question is it he?
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| Was it
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| BL in the place ladies and gents
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| I would like to reintroduce some of you to
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| But more importantly Tanya Morgan
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| Please hold your applause 'till the homie stops recording
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| And hold your drawls 'till the promoter drops the 40 G’s
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| Be still, real sporty thieves
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| Pleased to meet each of you tonight
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| Drop the spotlight
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| Drinks on the house, mi casa su casa
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| Who gotch baby poppa paying now we straight
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| Crazy '83 baby I’m way behind summer
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| (?) to those who know the most
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| But I don’t mind
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| That’s a crown fifty cozy
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| Coke line cosigners go find an exit or get clotheslined
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| Brah
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| Sober for your kind
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| Its kind of like a world gone blind
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| Leading blind mice to the mic
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| Before they meet Christ
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| And I’m like geez
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| And uh, ya’ll like Jeezy right?
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| My managers like please be nice on this feature
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| And I’m like I’m always nice
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| Like Greg or like eggs in bed
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| Or like pie between legs thats spread
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| Nice like head
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| Cause that’s nice right?
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| I’m nice like that
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| Except I don’t give it, I get it
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| Grey Goose, Watermelon Arizona Lipton
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| Iced tea pimping
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| I gotta (?) ya’ll the page
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| Cause I can’t wait to bust
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| Plug to the main source
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| So I can’t fake the funk
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| Can’t hate the rump
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| Southern Cali thump
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| You could swear Lil Jon was inside the trunk
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| But it wasn’t it was us
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| And I’m living with my mama
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| Shandra, Morgan, and her friend’s name is Tanya
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| Her boyfriend’s Donny
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| And her fish called Wanda
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| Wacky named her ill
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| When the milkman conned her
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| Little on the shy side
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| But I seen a brother stage dive
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| Off a high rise giving high 5's
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| Step aside wise guy
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| You a small fry
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| On Pea’s nuts
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| I got five guys living five lives
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| Four of them are whoring
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| And the fifth one’s following
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| Kick drum bodying
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| Until I’m done probably
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| Classify your classic
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| Like Christmas in Hollis
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| Or the (?) of Mrs. Wallace
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| While (?) puff
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| Peoples never regional
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| Was FB seasonal
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| SB sneakers and then mother freaking Pikachu
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| Dime skin bitty with a twenty key mitty
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| And a pretty freak bitty that I met in Queen City
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| And she got on the pill after 23 jimmies
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| Cause I got enough sons and they all want a penny
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| I rep Cin city
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| To the fullest
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| I be out like a bullet
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| To the world
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| Through the booth, through your girl, through the spotlight
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| I get around
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| Guess I’m Pac feels like All Eyez On Me
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| Feels like I’m in the spotlight
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| But I’m not cause I got like
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| Christ, like hind sight 20/20
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| But I got the foresight to match
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| Yo man strike the match
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| I’m the fire bringer
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| Blue flame (?) the frame
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| I’m a fire breather
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| With an H20 flow
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| That turns to snow when I’m cold
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| Dope boys say I’m coke for the soul
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| Fans automatic dope addicts when I go at it
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| Girls cling with no static
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| Had to kick the old ho habits
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| But its hard to break
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| So guard your date
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| I see her nipples and her bra is OK
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| So I ain’t got x-ray vision
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| But I know your girl feels triple x-rated when she listen
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| And she switch it like my style do
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| Change it up to make you hang it up
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| Gotta wear a noose if you wanna hang with us
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| Like the Klan (?) hanging is my favorite pastime
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| Cause most of them are wacker than my last line
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| Flatline
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| Ilyas is dead, he’s just a voice in my head
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| I yell (?) taking over
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| King of kings no bling bling
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| Got bars like Sing Sing
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| My stars the I Ching
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| Go hard like Springstein
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| I was born in the USA
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| And I’m over your head like Pat (?) toupee
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| All other crews make way
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| Cause if sunlight or moonlight
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| Today’s our day
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| Holla
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| Hallelujah when I do you
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| Rip through you like Kruger
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| Or a wild cougar
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| Or the night by the beam of light
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| I maneuver through the screens of hype
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| And its seeming like
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| You just touched down in the game
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| And everyone’s screaming aight
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| And it be seeming like all I want is gleam and Nikes
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| Rather nice to bling at nights, but my life gave me a fight
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| Low on green got me going green
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| Blowing green, I ain’t really did that shit since (?) green
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| But I cleaned up to be on my own
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| Knuckled up while the rest of these chumps bitched and moaned
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| So I’m sad, not hardly
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| Departed from the party
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| Pity tucked titty and they all exposed partly
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| That’ll make a bad situation seem seductive
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| Plan to make plans
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| Man thats all you came up with
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| Guess who came up its
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| Donwill form College Hill
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| Schooled in the game
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| And I ain’t paid for college still
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| Gladly I’ll be (?) at my art promoted badly
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| Rather be than trying to be promoted at a J O B
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| But this time around I’m writing more than rhymes down
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| I just jot 'em if I got 'em
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| But the plans (?)
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| Your man (?)
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| They charge for all performance Time Warner would watch
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| I ain’t down 'n out, I’m down about nothing
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| Don was putting out, I’m drowning out the frowns and doubts
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| By learning more I’m finding out
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| Barely knew about the biz, embarrassed by how bad it is
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| But baring with the bull again
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| Bringing it through I’m bound to win
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| Pray before I snapped again
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| Cause man we some albums in
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| But all ya’ll want to talk about is Moonlighting time and again |