| Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
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| Once again, ha ha ha
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| We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
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| Now all these new niggas trying to bust grapes
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| Keep tryin, I’m shittin all over yo tapes
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| And yo CDs, you see these
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| Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these
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| Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka
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| The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor
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| I got double platinum records on the wall
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| While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall
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| Cats wanna try me, you must be high
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| Cause you havin fuckin Illusions, no lie, what you usin?
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| Gimme some of that shit (Shit), you fakin it
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| Any little title you got, I’m takin it
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| You can’t have it, you didn’t earn it
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| Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it
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| Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss
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| What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?
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| What role are you playin? |
| I’m only sayin
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| You’re the record gettin played and I’m DJ’in
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| Playin you, playin you, and playin you
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| Decayin you, I’m tyin and breakin you (Ah ha ha)
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| You’re a weak ass ho
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| Punk slow yo role
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| You’re nothin but a clone
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| With nothin to show
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| You’re a weak ass ho
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| Need a style of your own
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| You’re a weak ass ho
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| You’re a weak ass ho (Punk ass nigga)
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| Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)
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| Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain’t shit)
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| You’re a weak ass ho (Fuck your little record, punk)
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| You’re a weak ass ho (Eat a dick)
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| Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine
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| Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind
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| Please don’t mind me, you’ll find me
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| Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these
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| Well OK, but you’re gonna get me in trouble
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| Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double
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| I’ll be in that corner table wit my homies
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| Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies
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| Huh, what you askin? |
| Do I got plastic
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| To buy you and yo friends drinks? |
| Do I have assets?
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| Do I got a big home? |
| Do I live alone?
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| Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone
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| She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me
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| Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly
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| I don’t think so, you stink, ho
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| The chain in yo brain is missin a link, ho
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| Please back up, I know you look good
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| But that ain’t enough to get half of my stuff, bitch
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| (ah ha ha, that’s right, you’re a stank ho!)
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| You’re a stank ass ho
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| Tryin to get dough
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| Leave me alone
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| Cause you can’t roll
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| You’re a stank ass ho
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| Nut ridin pro
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| You’re a stank ass ho
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| A stank ass ho
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| Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)
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| You can’t roll (You can’t roll)
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| You’re a stank ass ho
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| A stank ass ho (Stank ass ho)
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| You’re a stank ass ho (Dick suckin tramp)
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| (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)
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| (Bring it back homie, come on, huh)
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| Here goes another example to begin it
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| With a twist (yeah) like pussy I’m in it
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| When I look at me, I look and see
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| How long it took for you to throw the book at me
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| Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work
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| These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk
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| And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down
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| And put the anti-bacterial assault down
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| Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best
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| Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess
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| Never settle for stress, or wack rappers
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| I’m rockin outta the West and rockin the East after
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| (Punk ass nigga)
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| You’re a bitch ass ho
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| Knockin on my door
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| Leave me alone
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| Cause you got no soul
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| You’re a bitch ass ho (Trick ass ho)
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| Need to find a place to go
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| You’re a bitch ass ho (Punk ass niggas)
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| You’re a bitch ass ho
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| Don’t touch the microphone
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| You’re a bitch ass ho (Eat a muthafuckin dick)
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| You’re a bitch ass ho
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| Leave me alone
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| Got no place to go
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| You’re a bitch ass ho (Trick ass ho) |