| But you don’t hold no weight
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| This is how we do around here
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| I know, you don’t like me, I don’t like you
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| You wanna fight me? |
| Well fuck it, let’s fight, duke
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| I’m 1/5th of the Fab, I’m 1/8th of the great
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| I got shit on the ave, I make cake out of state
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| Smack clown niggas, back down niggas
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| In the front yappin or the background niggas
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| B-u-c-k is that town, nigga
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| R-u-c-k, the fact’s found, nigga
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| So listen as the god body rap
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| I pop this and twist it when the god shotie clap
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| Yo, recognize the name
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| Sean Price, recognize my game
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| Critics, rip em down like thunderpound
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| Makin niggas wonder how
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| That nigga Buckshot still around
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| Knowin you pop the most shit
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| While I pop that Cris and that Mo shit
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| I get scoliosis cause I ain’t straight
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| Till I see every one of my niggas rise
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| Don’t say shit to Buck, I solidify
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| Come on guy, recognize and correct
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| Anybody disrespect I’ma show you parts of your body you never met
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| Let’s start with your heart, then next let’s visit your butt
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| I’m good with the arts, kickin my part
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| Like done deal, signed and sealed
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| The contract on your life is a mill
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| What the deal
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| I don’t know baby, maybe it’s the dog in me That got me runnin around, markin my territory
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| Don’t try to stop me now cause I’m ahead of the pack
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| Chasin that cat, girl, you know I know better than that
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| You say you love me when you know you hate me See me on the screen and try to date me But I play the streets cause that’s where the cake be Because I’m D-o-g you wanna leave me lonely, lonely, loney
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| Screw me? |
| Screw you
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| Who me? |
| Who you?
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| I do me, you do you
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| Respect the General, I’m too true to the game
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| You new in the game
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| Mad cause I get up in the clubs with my Timbs and jeans
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| Weed in my seams, pass all the fiends
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| We all VIP’s, peep my ass in your dreams
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| So my company better have my currency
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| Been actin funny currently
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| Y’all might react gallantly
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| Don’t like the fact that programmers can’t stand us We too military, record labels can’t handle us Press click cameras, we click-click-click hammers, brah
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| Get slick, we sic the animals
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| Far from amateurs, we professionals
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| Hard bars and bricks lock shit like correctional
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| This industry two-way like bi-sexual
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| BC straight in your face, defrost niggas next to you
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| You can ice-skate, meaning bounce and breeze
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| Bounce, so leave, you could have a ounce of trees
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| Fuck fatigue, we white t’s, cut the sleeves
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| You gotta love it how we (?) with ease
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| Oh of course Buck the boss toss molotovs in your Ford Explor'
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| You niggas ain’t raw, you poor, this is what you can’t afford
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| To keep dissin Buck thinkin I’m soft
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| Baby, I put it down when you was in drawers
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| I ain’t never say pause
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| Fuck a fad, fuck the latest trend
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| I leave bodies where I lay this pen
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| And next time I gotta say this again
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| I’ma say exactly, not a lot but the gun’ll spray
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| Now gone and play
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| Bust on you, baby, for everything
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| Grab guns, take rings, chain bling, everything
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| No doubt, Ruck is the best
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| My kids think I’m such a success
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| They don’t know a motherfucka’s a mess
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| I used to stand on the block with Rock for fun
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| With a pocket full of rocks and 1's
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| Stopped that, now I got chips from illegal stock tips
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| When I draw heat on crackers on Wall Street
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| Yo |