| Back with the most venomous rap
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| It be the godfather of the club banger let me hear you clap
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| You can applause and from the very beginnin'
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| You can give me a standin' ovation while I’m bangin' your face in
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| With another banger I call it the cliffhanger
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| Watch me mangle and strangle this whole rap shit
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| (Come on)
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| You could see the way I make 'em mad sick
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| From down bottom the way I got 'em give me my cash quick
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| (Come on)
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| Log on you better grab onto somethin'
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| Because I’m 'bout to shake shit again and make 'em black bitch
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| (Come on)
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| Now you hear the shots ring off from bitches takin' everything off
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| Each other got 'em whylin' runnin' for cover
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| The King Kong, Big Foot gully with a scully
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| Bully of rap still ugly with the money runnin' the trap
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| Now they givin' me dap, as far as I’m concerned in this mu’f**ker
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| Like how I got 'em now they ready to snap
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| So don’t touch me nigga
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| (You might burn yourself)
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| Don’t touch me nigga
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| (You might burn yourself)
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| It’s gettin' hot in this bitch
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| (So throw the water on 'em)
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| We got 'em hot in this bitch
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| (So throw the water on 'em)
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| We got 'em hot in this bitch
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| (So throw the water on 'em)
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| We got 'em hot in this bitch
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| (So throw the water on 'em)
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| Here we go
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| Now you see the alcohol spillin' and we got 'em
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| Hands in the ceilin', you know we only come to rattle the bulidin'
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| And break it on down just a little once again
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| Knowin' we holdin' the bank so let me keep the dice rollin'
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| And keep it traditional the way I keep my money fallin'
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| While you slackin' on yo' mackin', Duke, we always keep it goin'
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| Right to the left, do it to death, now watch me
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| Come through with a chisel that make the game sizzle
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| And I, pull out the skillet, prepare for the cookin'
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| How I’m whylin' niggas wonderin' when I’m gonna bring the hook in
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| Thugs ice grillin' every time they get to lookin'
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| Got 'em whylin' overseas all the way back to go Brooklyn
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| Now they ready to spaz 'cause we bring the best to them
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| Shit that shut it down on the regular
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| That’s with the fly 80s' nigga that was whippin' in a Cressida
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| Fresher than, most of these niggas, killin' the rest of the
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| Fellas that was thinkin' that they as rushin' in and bustin' in
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| But the way we was doin', we was musclin' their hustlin'
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| So don’t touch me nigga
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| (You might burn yourself)
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| Don’t touch me nigga
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| (You might burn yourself)
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| It’s gettin' hot in this bitch
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| (So throw the water on 'em)
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| We got 'em hot in this bitch
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| (So throw the water on 'em)
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| We got 'em hot in this bitch
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| (So throw the water on 'em)
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| We got 'em hot in this bitch
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| (So throw the water on 'em)
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| Here we go
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| You don’t really want it my dude
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| I’m sayin' most my niggas is rude
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| And when we come we eat a nigga food
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| Back to the fact in the matter at hand
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| For me to come in control this whole shit, was only part of the plan
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| The other part of the plan is for you to understand
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| That nothin' could f**k with the kid, let me say it again
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| The Broad Back B, Busta Bus back to put out the trash
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| And just for the record, we got it on smash, now
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| How the f**k they even got the audacity
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| The fire marshall come and try to talk about capacity
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| Every time I’m in the spot, I hope you know it has to be
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| Extremely packed to shut it down, you’ll probably cause a tragedy
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| Don’t you know that when I’m in the place I change the mood again
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| I be whylin' wit raunchy bitches and a bunch of hooligans
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| Now don’t get it f**ked up just because I flaunt it
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| Niggas think that they can test me, bring it if you really want it
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| See I be the type to always beat you to the punch faster
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| I keep a smile on my face, but carry the Bushmaster
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| So don’t touch me nigga
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| (You might burn yourself)
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| Don’t touch me nigga
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| (You might burn yourself)
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| It’s gettin' hot in this bitch
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| (So throw the water on 'em)
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| We got 'em hot in this bitch
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| (So throw the water on 'em)
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| We got 'em hot in this bitch
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| (So throw the water on 'em)
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| We got 'em hot in this bitch
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| (So throw the water on 'em)
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| Keep it goin'
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| You already know I said it word to mother
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| Shit is so hot you niggas think it’s cold in the summer
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| Shh, calm the noise down let’s get a little quiet
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| 'Cause the neighbors call the police they know we cause riots
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| And they know that we’ll have them thinkin' they dancin' with the devil
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| When they play the music turn the volume to the highest level
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| You got it right
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| Let’s keep the bomb goin' like we lit a stick of dynamite
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| Bow you know you need to follow whenever you hear the God spit
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| (Aww shit)
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| You see me nigga back in the cockpit
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| Out to gettin' this money I give you all a stock tip
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| Perspire by a nigga till you see the sweat drop drip
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| So don’t touch me nigga
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| (You might burn yourself)
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| Don’t touch me nigga
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| (You might burn yourself)
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| It’s gettin' hot in this bitch
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| (So throw the water on 'em)
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| We got 'em hot in this bitch
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| (So throw the water on 'em)
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| We got 'em hot in this bitch
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| (So throw the water on 'em)
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| We got 'em hot in this bitch
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| (So throw the water on 'em)
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| Here we go |