| Yo, yo Ayo, nobody can flow wit Bis
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| Rock a show wit bis
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| Or go toe to toe wit Bis
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| None of yall can co-exist
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| We livin in an Ice Age and its cold as shit
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| 100,000 dollar price range, niggas is frozen stiff
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| All I know is this
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| My felt tip hotter than hell get
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| 186 thousand miles per sec can melt flesh
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| Give a nigga a tan
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| Aerosol cans expand and explode in my hand
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| While I promote that new Canibus jam
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| Niggas feel it underground wit stalactites hangin from the ceiling
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| I’m out on tour wit 30 city trips
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| Every state its like bitches be bulimic for dicks
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| Screamin the chorus
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| Half unconscious
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| I hold my cordless
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| Smoke the most enormous trees in the rain forest
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| While the people go insane for us I pierce a cloud and make it rain on us Break the equipment and tell the engineer that I aint payin for it I freestyle the whole set
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| Kickin a hundred bars, nigga fuck who’s on next
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| Fuck you!
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| Chorus 1 — Phuk. |
| U. (2x) Ok Phuk. |
| U. (4x) Ok -Fuck- them extra niggas that’s always around you
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| -Fuck- niggas that talk about you and try to clown you
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| -Fuck- niggas you run into that never did nuttin’for you
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| -Fuck- niggas thats lyin tellin people they discovered you
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| -Ok, Fuck- niggas that’re jealous cause you nicer than them
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| Don’t give a -fuck- who you offend you gotta fight till the end
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| If you -fuck- a groupie chicken when you out on tour
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| Smoke a little bit of weed wit her then -fuck- her some more
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| Tell her to bring three friends so you can -fuck- all four
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| Menage-a-trois, what the -fuck- she expect you a dog
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| Almighty god blessed you wit a dick and two balls
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| So if you like to -fuck- pussy that don’t mean that you wrong
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| Unless you -fuck- it raw dog
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| I -fuck- a nappy dug out
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| Bust in her mouth
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| Kick her the -fuck- out
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| She’ll cuss me out, like…
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| (Repeat chorus 1)
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| Yo, yo Ya superstar status don’t mean shit to me Lyrically sucker emcees still get frequency
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| Try to dis me now
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| How you sound?
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| Yo, whoever signed you must be runnin the circus cuz you a clown
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| You a rapper wit a drug habit, hidin the truth
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| Camoflaugin ya needle tracks wit some colorful tattoos
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| You was never equipped for this
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| Never equipped to spit wit Bis
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| I’m swift as shit
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| Let me point out the main differences
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| You magnificent
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| I’m mic-nificent
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| Yo, i’d even go out on a limb wit it Say you write a little bit
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| That don’t make you a tight lyricist
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| Cause you don’t practice or stick with it Look at the 60 hour shifts I spend wit this
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| I never quit, I got a gift for the art
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| A low maintenance cost
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| No physical movin parts
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| In '98, niggas thought I was God
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| How the fuck did that change
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| I’m still one of the illest niggas in the game
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| So look inside yourself and tell me what you see
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| If you see a hungry nigga then you lookin at me And its aight if you don’t trust me Cause I don’t trust you
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| As a matter of fact I’ll probably bust you
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| Motherfucker, Fuck you
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| Chorus 2 — Ok, Phuk. |
| U. (4x)
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| Ok, Phuk. |
| U. (4x) Ok. |