| They don’t understand, they do not fuckin' understand
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| The shit is serious, it’s like, I’m not gonna let
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| I’m not gonna…
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| There ain’t no way, I’mma let any motherfuckers
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| There ain’t no way I’mma let a motherfucker hold me down
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| There ain’t no way, I’mma let em tell me that I’m not.
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| Yo there ain’t… yo check it out
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| There ain’t no way I’mma let it happen, I’m stayin' to myself
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| Playin for my health
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| Relayin mesages that I felt
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| On the course of my life, till I’m divorced with my life
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| The plans to be stable enough to have two dogs and a wife
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| Since I was offered my life, I tried to make the best of it
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| And make it stand out until Mother Nature’s digested it
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| With the sense to beware of death
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| But strength to not be scared of death
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| You don’t understand that, then you really not prepared for death
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| Document that and learn it
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| I’ve been a hermit while twistin' that green like Kermit my team like burnin'
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| I’m from where chicks think they’re too super to hear rappers bustin
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| And act like they’re all that after liposuction
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| Radio sucks like sluts when they like corruption
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| And haters be so full of shit they need lip reductions
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| This is somethin' not for commerical radio
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| But any person’s radio that’s out there searching every show
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| For sick flows to sick beats
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| This where that shit be
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| And if I spot you like Mackenzie, I’ll pop you like Popinski
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| Chop you up like minced meat
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| Toss you where the fish be
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| And leave your teeth marks where my fist be if you diss me
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| Listen and respect
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| I’m Mr. SOS
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| And I ain’t takin' no shorts nigga, I’m quittin' cigarettes
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| From the south
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| A true Cuba-Rican reachin' your standards
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| And what you really have to understand is
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| There ain’t no way
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| There ain’t no way to take us out
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| I told y’all don’t sleep on the South
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| No way
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| Ain’t no way, they just… hehe, they just ain’t gettin' it
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| Plain and clear they ain’t gettin' it, step away, you gotta undersand it
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| Yo, I’ve been done wrong, fronted on, told that I’ll never make it
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| People have dissed my songs and underestimated
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| All the attacks have been steroids makin' me stronger
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| Like dyin' from polygraph test shocks you couldn’t be wronger
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| Motherfuckers wanna play around I recommend Tonka
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| Niggas thinkin' shit’s sweet watchin' too much Willy Wonka
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| I don’t really want the fame I wanna gain respect
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| Block my path and I’ll make a passin' lane through your neck
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| I’m tired, frustration got me wired to blow
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| One reason I’m quick to drink or fire the dro
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| The harder crass pull me down, then the higher I go
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| There ain’t too many musicians who ain’t dealt with liars before
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| So I, flow wise, stay awake like a coke high
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| My words my, James Bond, watch you with my Gold-Eye
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| Dealin' with snakes thinkin' they so sly
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| Most of them is pussies but have never been between a ho’s thighs
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| You can hold my, dick, if you really want a piece of me
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| Biters illegally, tryin' to tap into my frequency
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| Hopin' they’ll be seein' me, art I’ve created recently
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| And then they use all my shit in battles when they beef with me
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| Bitch, here’s your collar and your bone
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| Not even gonna dog y’all
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| Stay in the backyard where you belong
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| Only worthy of being a topic in a song
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| Everything that ain’t right, kill it, you dead wrong
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| There ain’t no way
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| + (Deacon)
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| There ain’t no way (That I’mma take an L)
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| There ain’t no way (That I’mma go to jail)
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| There ain’t no way (The cops gonna make me tell)
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| There ain’t no way (I'll see you all in hell)
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| Mr. S.O.S., Deacon the Villian, DJ Kno rockin' the fuckin' beat
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| Ain’t nothin' else really to that we have to say…
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| Except there ain’t no way, hehe yo |