| I been to every city, state and street
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| From what I see
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| These niggas don’t want it with me
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| So now I’m comin for the love that y’all were keepin' from me
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| Finally
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| These niggas don’t want it with me
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| And I’m a whole lot bigger than I look on TV
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| So physically
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| These niggas don’t want it with me
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| So if you feel how I feel come and say it with me
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| Loudly
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| These niggas don’t want it with me
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| Yo, who this little boy that’s tryin to rhyme like me?
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| And worship me like Jon B worship black pussy
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| He pushin me to the point I wanna smack him, yo
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| (Yo duke, he tryin to steal your fans like Chico did D’Angelo’s)
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| If imitation was acid, I’d have nothin
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| Left but jewelry, 52 teeth and a belt buckle
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| (Nigga, your skills are to die for)
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| During writers block I still create (what?)
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| Words of wisdom like they passed the lips of Buddah
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| And who the sharpshooter that claim he gonna kill me when he see me?
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| But wouldn’t aim remote at a 100″ color TV
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| Nigga, I’m off at the heezy, you see that?
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| Your record company done hired Chino XL to come and repossess they deal back
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| So now I put the fly in your eye like an Ethiopian starving
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| Life the game that you will no longer take any part in
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| You shouldn’ta start em, y’all done done it
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| You have to buy a microscope to read the list of rappers' names that want it
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| What
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| Yo, shake my hand, I snap your wrist off
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| Been God on Earth so long the one in Heaven’s pissed off
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| You soft, I’m up the echelon
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| The only other hot cats I seen on a plate was at a Chinese food restaurant
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| I get the raunch sex and didn’t need the Range
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| I fuck your bitch for free and she can keep the change
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| I’m pretty as a bitty but my gats make noise
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| Yeah, with more female fans than the 'Blackstreet Boys'
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| I’m known for stealin niggas' wives like I stole niggas' huffy
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| Play tuffy, get beat and boxed like Doug E
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| You lucky I shot my last slug in a club
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| I’m Alizé and Hennessy in reverse, I got a passion for killin thugs
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| You’re askin for spillin blood useless
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| I turn the most popular rapper from 'That's my muthafucka!' |
| to 'Who this?'
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| I survive whole clubs jumpin me
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| But nigga, you halt cause I’m a Ryder like the moving truck company
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| Bzzzzzz… you’re shocked with Chino electricity
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| I’m black when it’s convenient like Mariah’s ethnicity
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| Considered a major at literature when rhyming
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| I’m diesel, horses goin Chino back riding
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| Dissin' XL for wealth is bad for your health
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| But I’ma do me like a took Ecstasy with myself
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| They been keepin' me on the shelf for ages
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| But me retire, it’ll be easier to change every light bulb in Vegas
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| Yo, my brain deserve its own infomercial for how it thinks
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| You can’t be saved by coppin' Tae-Bo with Billy Blanks
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| I turn on sinks and rock to the rhythm of the water drops that come out
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| Then freestyle till the whole New York reservoir run out
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| And walk with gun out for cats that wanna start somethin'
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| I shine like I control the sun’s off-and-on button
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| MC’s are mini-me's, my clones at ¼th the size
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| (Yeah baby…) rappers try to shag me for my rhymes |