| What’chu talkin 'bout yo?
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| The fuck you mean yo?
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| I’m an MC, I rock all type of shit yo
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| I started rockin in parties in, in 8th grade nigga
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| Watch how I do this shit
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| Aight, verse one, fuckin with me
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| Is fuckin with the worst one, I spit it with speed
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| With skill of a surgeon, if you buyin that weed
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| And carrying guns or missin Big Pun let me hear y’all niggas
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| It’s curtains if you try to impede
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| On gettin this work done, you better believe
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| The murderous version, Puerto Rican gangstas
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| Crips, Bloods, pimps, thugs in this club let me hear y’all niggas
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| Deferred funds, money and royalties
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| Killin my burdens, my MC loyalties
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| Spittin from my lungs, if you sittin in yo' whip
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| Hollerin at a bitch, blastin my shit let me hear y’all niggas
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| I burst 'em, you thinkin I wouldn’t squeeze
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| He in a hearse numb, pain and penalties
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| Jers', Jerusalem, Christian, Muslim
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| Everybody make it jump, get it crunk when it come, yo
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| I don’t give a fuck about nothin
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| I just wanna smoke, fuck, drink, and verbal murder somethin (okay)
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| I’m the papi the mamis all lovin
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| When I smoke, fuck, drink, and verbal murder somethin
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| I don’t give a fuck about nothin (uh-uh)
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| I just wan' smoke, fuck, drink, and verbal murder somethin (okay)
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| I’m the papi that the mamis all lovin
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| When I smoke, fuck, drink, and verbal murder somethin
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| Honestly it’s a little too live tonight
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| Like somebody gonna get shot tonight
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| Beastin, me and my niggas when our money ain’t right
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| We still got enough game to pull a bitch that’s tight
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| Have Chinese or Japanese mamis on they knees
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| Gasped, I told 'em my twin sister was Alicia Keys (hahaha)
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| But I ain’t lovin her — I got a lot of muscles
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| That gotta count for somethin, Schwarzenegger is a governor
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| But I ain’t carjackin no Hummer to impress
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| Ladies call me Champagne, I keep they pussies Moet/mo' wet
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| This that Puerto Rican gangsta shit
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| I’m half-black, got a big ass dick
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| Checkin mami with the thick ass lips
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| She ain’t impressed with these lyrical skills
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| I make movies and got record deals to pay those bills
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| Take those pills for real, she borin when she sober (yup)
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| These bitches is Jewish how much they gettin +Passed Over+
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| Yo… check it
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| Dawg, don’t even comment, I’m hotter than a comet
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| These snitch niggas don’t turn states, they turn continents
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| I tell nothin with confidence, my intolerance legendary
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| Hostile in monetary in punchlines I’ve said already
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| Threw 'em in the garbage next to Oscar the Grouch
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| 8 million dollar house sellin lines by the ounce
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| Identify yo' wifey by the size of her mouth
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| Stretch marks to accommodate my massive amounts
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| Without doubts I’m too violent (uh-huh)
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| Never retirin, pushin a Jag, playing «Vice City» on my palm pilot
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| I’m not a kind man, I run with con men
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| Strong, throwing +Signs+ like M. Night Shyamalan
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| Go 'head and bring the drama on (uh-huh)
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| I’ll whip that ass, take pictures of it on my Sprint picture-takin cell phone
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| Your little wifey’s at home, thinkin I’m God
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| I’m leavin your ride full of more holes than Spongebob (blaow!) |