| Yo it’s the slick fuckin-dick trife nigga from the Heights again
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| I’m gettin nice again exin' pussy’s like Mice and Men
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| So I pretend to be somethin that you ain’t
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| You got me laughin til the fuckin bank and plus, I’ll do ya somethin stank
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| I’m bad to the bone, gnaw to the gristle
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| Puttin the squeeze on niggas so fuck Mr Whipple
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| If you nibble on my ear, baby girl it might tickle
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| I drink Olde E like Fred G drank the Ripple
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| Word to God, niggas wanna play hard rock for doses
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| That shit got to go, I cock back, shot the flow POW!
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| CAUGHT, now hook em to the respirator drip
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| The shit bag to his hip while he vision in the escalator
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| Now play the humble in the tunnel with the bright light
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| At the end of it, word is bond, time to end this shit
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| Here we go
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| Here we go yo, time to get dough
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| That’s how it is y’all, that’s how it go
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| Guess who’s next up to flex, no need to introduce
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| We’re holdin down the spot just like the pimps do on the 40-deuce
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| So here’s the story, kid you bore me, don’t ignore me
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| You’re gettin killed in my territory
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| You think ya clever son but you’re never son
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| Gonna get a chance to fuckin call me like Edison
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| I think ya better run cos I’m comin at’cha
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| And what the fuck you gonna do when I catch ya
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| Ya little bastard ya get the last hit
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| When I blast it you’re gonna end up in a fuckin casket
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| I kicks the mad shit, I come to show the flow
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| You’re fuckin with a pro but yo I guess by now ya know, so
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| (Dray)
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| Well now I got you niggas stumblin, I see you fumblin, kill the mumblin
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| Cos when I’m on the track I’m never wack when I be rumblin
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| Like dis, like dat, I’m fatter than the fattest
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| Niggas wish they had this, they know my style’s the fuckin baddest
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| You got the status but yo you’re just a pussy
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| Buttfuck your girl, I’ll make her do the Watusi
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| You need protection when in my section
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| With the injection, I’m number one in my fuckin collection
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| I blast off like a rocket, so don’t knock it
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| Til you try it, I come deep like a riot
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| Ya can’t deny it, I keep it on lock
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| (Books)
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| A 40 and a blunt motherfucker and you don’t stop
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| I’m on the scene with the nicotine puffer
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| I gut ya clean and make ya fuckin spleen rupture
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| Nice with the ways is the dazed axe nigga
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| I know a lotta rap figures and pushin-crack niggas
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| Perhaps wack niggas need to play the back step
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| I got styles for days but styles ain’t even hatch yet
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| I’m super fly, hate me but never violate me
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| Used to smoke a pound a week but I be gettin higher lately
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| Rhymesayers need prayers cos snipers gettin hot
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| When you make the sign of the cross, X marks the spot
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| L clips to my lips with my niggas to the side
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| 3−80 stash in the 3−25
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| Oops I’m at the eighth now, beast think I push
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| More rock than Mr Slate, I’m fat like Ricki Lake
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| Here we go
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| Here we giddo, time to get diddo
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| That’s how it is yo, axe how we go
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| Here we go
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| Here we go, time to get dough
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| That’s how it is yo, axe how we go
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| Here we go
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| Here we go yo, time to get dough
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| That’s how it is yo, that’s how we go
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| Here we giddo, time to get diddo
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| That’s how it is yo, act like we kniddow
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| Word up |