| F-R-E-S-H. |
| Fresh, Fresh
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| From the C-A-P-T-U-R double-E N-E-M-Y S-O-L-D-I-E-R-S we
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| Are C-E-S C-R-U can you S-P-E double-L come to sell couple CES CD’s
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| Get you L double-O T in H-A-N-D
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| You can tell the difference between me and fake MC’s
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| G-W-B J-R we hate him, still I be an A-M-E-R-I-C-A-N
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| Now word up B-U-S-H get the G-A-S
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| Rush the white house red up live a D-Day vet
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| My name on the L-I-S-T if we protest
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| They’ll try to L-O-C-K you in that B-O-X
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| T-O-X-I-C Blood we blow cess
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| Skunk T-R double-E's give me B. O breath
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| Now B-O-R-R-O-W-ing your doubles might be hard but
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| B double-O double-K double-E P-E-R what?
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| What do you F-L-ies want, try eat off us?
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| Take a whiff we the B double-O G-R shucks
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| I’m tellin' you truth fella, and no L-I-E, I B-I-G up my people like A-L-I. |
| G
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| And say R-E-S-P-E-C-T M-E A-N-D to the E-N-D
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| We are the K-I-N-Gs of the M-I-D-W-E-S-T if you askin' me
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| Who’d wanna come at me without a G-U-N? |
| You’re like a penny with a H-O-L-E get
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| done in
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| Without a P-O-T to P-I double-S I-N
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| You got a couple cups of O. J and forgot the Gin
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| Lotson said, my B-A-D-A double-S don’t care
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| R-U-N around like I’m ready for welfare
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| For real fo' nobody on their N-U-Ts
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| Maybe cuz I’m bussin' tables for these T-I-Ps
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| To put an R-E double-D O-T on these MC’s
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| I always keep a C-A-R-D right up my left sleeve
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| I saw you stupid motherfuckers try to make believe
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| Waitin' on any dirty rat to come and take the cheese
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| I’m not T. I but i’ll do dabble in T-R-A-Ps
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| You fucking with us Y-E-A R-I-G-H-T
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| Like Nas you made it a hot L-I-N-E
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| And like Jay, I made it a hot S-O-N-G c’mon!
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| (Instrumental)
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| This time we came for the J-L-K R-E S-E-V-E-N-T-Y
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| For the M-A-I-N E-V-E-N-T my N-E-X-T lon G-O like brittney said
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| For C-L-A double-S I-C like A-D-S
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| In K. C graffiti dreams
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| No shame
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| It’s easy game
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| Peace still reigns for leaving names for the po’s cuz Stevie came
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| And they comb, the C.S.I, with P-Is for DNA
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| To find nothing cuz we stay on our grind like DMJ
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| My mind D double-E P like the C.I.A
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| An E-N-C-Y-C-L-O-P-E-D-I-A
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| I’m Ill I be I snake and see my three eyes blaze and turn a C-O-B-R-A into a G.
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| I Jane
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| The drama playin it again minus the G-A-T
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| Screaming out Y-I double-P I-E ki yay
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| I’m F-A-M-I-S-H-E-D I clean my plate and stay close with all the ghosts of
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| these MCs I hate
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| The P-R-E double-S repping C-E-S, hella whack-ass rappers got me V-E-Xed
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| Get me next if you talking off the T-O-P
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| Taking hands like I’m swinging a B-L-A-D-E
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| D-I-P-O-U-T for the C-O-Ps call in the canine unit try to sniff out trees
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| Bet it be better off if you just say less ask Gwen this shit is B-A-N-A-N-A-S
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| Matter fact, holla back Jason got 'em on standby
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| Tellin 'em E-A-T G-L-A double-S and I
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| Got a lot of B doubl-E F with fools and that ain’t even necessarily who’s next
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| to blow
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| Don’t quit your D-A-Y-J-O-B homie we know best
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| On behalf of the habit that you know when we blow cess
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| If you sick of listening to us cuz we be MCs why don’t you go on D-I-P to the
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| S-E-T
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| It’s like that |