| Chino, name in Indian: Murdering bear
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| Come fuck with me I put shotgun shells in your ear
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| Out of fear they’ve destroyed my carrier
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| Have nothing left
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| But I will have my revenge in this lifetime or the next
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| I experience road rage, walk in a slow pace
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| Killed a handicapped man for parking in a regular parking space
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| Learned my art with a leatherface, you must be kidding
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| I consider myself a dog trainer: I’m most bitten
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| But I’ve been written a billion bars of dissin
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| For any rappers dead or livin that we’ve ever heard since we was children
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| My brain got built-in Pentium chips, my thoughts the fastest
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| For Shakespearian actors: «Chino shall busteth your asseth
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| When I spithed acid» … yeah your freestyle was tight
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| You better rhyme of the head good, you can’t read or write
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| A bittin' kid that’ll get twist if he front, no publicity stunt
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| His life flashes by his eyes quicker than Black History Month
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| What!
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| Yo'
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| Who the only star on WB?
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| That would be me!
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| Who the mami’s think is so sexy?
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| That would be me!
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| Who the illest nigga outta Jersey?
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| Yo, That would be me!
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| Who your wife he let fuck her for free?
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| That would be me!
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| Who get your ass shot dead in the street?
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| That would be me!
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| Who stand damn near six foot three?
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| That would be me!
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| Who got lyrics, jewels and plenty money?
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| That would be me!
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| Start drama and see the illest papi, yo' what would be me!
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| Yo', Yo'
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| You wanna be a soldier but ain’t reppin' it right
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| Try me… metal detectors going off for the rest of your life
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| No matter how hard it gets
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| I rather be a soldier drowning in my own blood
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| Not a coward in my own piss
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| Focus… What the fuck you niggas think?
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| I roll with killers that spent more time in the pen than ink
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| Don’t even blink, and turn your voice down a decibel
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| Or start lookin' for studios that’s wheelchair-accessible
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| Leave you a vegetable, trust
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| I have the letters on your FUBU sweater standin' for «Fucked Up By Us»
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| We thrust into beef now
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| Grill holds back like a Lee nail
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| You yell as you reach hell
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| You still wanna E-mail she males
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| Your train of thought derails
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| Lost dog, here’s the details:
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| I make you think you on a beach how I make you SEE shells/Seashells
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| My L.A. airport beef was infamous
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| I whooped ass the entire five hour flight
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| Plus three hour time difference
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| Yo'
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| Who your girl made you pay to come see?
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| That would be me!
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| Who the only star on WB?
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| That would be me!
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| Who the mami’s think is so sexy?
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| That would be me!
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| Who the illest nigga outta Jersey?
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| That would be me!
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| Who your wife he let fuck her for free?
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| That would be me!
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| Who get your ass shot dead in the street?
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| Yo, That would be me!
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| Who bench press about three fifty three?
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| That would be me!
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| Start drama and see the illest papi, yo' what would be me!
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| Yo'
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| I ain’t from Atlanta but I’ll leave you outcasted/+OUTKASTED+
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| And blasted, all fucked up like Schwarzenneger’s accent
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| You has been, I split you apart
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| I spit from the heart
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| Yeah you iced out… that’s how you slid off the chart
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| Blindfolded as I sit in the dark, a swoll beast
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| No peace, big Chi have the police calling the police
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| I call Aziz, omnipotence
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| Smoking I shine in its open
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| We ain’t scared of jail we wanna go back
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| Blast in yo' back, nine bullets in the column of your spine
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| More than Columbine and Palestine combined, Forty-eight track
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| Half spic, half black
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| Sex symbol to the media
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| Keep my number listed so my beefs can find me easier
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| In sales you ain’t dealing with me
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| I’m Puerto Rican and I got enough relatives to buy me platinum living with me
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| I never will be, overthrown… I’m unbelievable
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| Like the fact that D’angelo’s baby’s mom is Angie Stone
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| What!
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| Yo'
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| Who the only star on WB?
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| That would be me!
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| Who the mami’s think is so sexy?
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| That would be me!
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| Who the illest nigga outta Jersey?
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| That would be me!
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| Who your wife he let fuck her for free?
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| That would be me!
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| Who get your ass shot dead in the street?
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| That would be me!
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| Who stand damn near six foot three?
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| That would be me!
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| Who got lyrics, jewels and plenty money?
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| That would be me!
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| Who bench press about three fifty three?
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| Who writes hits like B-I-G?
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| That would be me!
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| Who go to war like P-A-C?
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| Yo, that would be ME!
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| Who carry gats like he crazy?
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| That would be me!
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| Who getting' rich still rock lyrically?
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| That would be me!
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| Who never lose street mentality?
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| That would be me!
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| Who let you live cus you comedy?
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| That would be me!
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| Who bring that rock star energy?
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| That would be me!
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| Start drama and see who rides for Jersey, yo' that would be me… |