| I can’t talk about hoes 'cause I ain’t no pimp
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| But still walk wit a limp
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| Lounge and get lit, y’all talk shit, get hit
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| With this verbal bullet
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| Pull your gat back so you can feel it and steal it
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| Copy it and then kill it
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| Walkman flavor at its finest and my whole crew’s the highest
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| Just waitin' to laugh till their time to shine
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| Lootpack stepped up and just left niggas blind
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| Backspin with mill ninety ninety nine hoes
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| Step up get snuffed, right there in the nose
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| Knuckles here and I equip, now i’m shootin' this up
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| When I get here through this music, you just can’t shut me up
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| Put me down, when I get down with the underground
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| This better down here. |
| I just trip how they sound
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| All dirty and shit
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| Static breaks, loops and shit
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| Bounce to Crowd right like the Holy Spirit
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| I feel it deep in my bones. |
| I’m here to take out all clones
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| This is my way of music (So don’t trip)
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| And watch the way we use it (Don't trip)
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| A Madlib invasion (Don't trip)
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| Declaime and Lord Quas (Don't trip)
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| It’s my way of music (So don’t trip)
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| And watch the way we use it (Don't trip)
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| A Madlib invasion (Don't trip)
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| Declaime and Lord Quas (Don't trip)
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| Y’all niggas sham like y’all rolling on weight
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| Your masquerade is hypocritical, y’all heading for fate
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| Making the rap game look pitiful
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| (Man What they doing?)
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| If it was up to me, we would get rid of y’all
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| Put a lid on all y’all fake ass niggas contradicting
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| (I ain’t say that!)
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| But when I drop my shit it’s like I put my dick in
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| The snare kickin', Madlib rush through, thinkin'
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| (Yeah, I got beats for y’all to battle right here)
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| Now watch the plot thicken
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| I shut my ears while you run the lip service
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| On purpose
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| And get nervous, 'cause I’m about to serve this
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| This is my way of music (So don’t trip)
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| And watch the way we use it (Don't trip)
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| A Madlib invasion (Don't trip)
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| Declaime and Lord Quas (Don't trip)
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| It’s my way of music (So don’t trip)
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| And watch the way we use it (Don't trip)
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| A Madlib invasion (Don't trip)
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| Declaime and Lord Quas (Don't trip)
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| Bust your ear in this
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| All y’all sit back and listen to my way of display
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| The words that I say
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| I spit in the rear
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| Right not wrong
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| I just fight, jump and dusk till dawn
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| Ill mind emcees who I be?
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| Straight from the W-E-S-T
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| So don’t trip
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| Nigga used to be a gunslinger for the 5 golden years
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| The 40 on my lap, that’s why they took my license back
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| Don’t trip (Don't trip)
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| Don’t trip (Don't trip)
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| See God gave this gift to me so I was destined to use it
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| Uplifted this here, never abuse it
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| Brothers are right, a freedom of speech
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| Preach, teach, school
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| With this shit, I’ll never grow old
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| Always up in some niggas crates
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| Dig a nigga, Declaime about to take his throne
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| Let it be known
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| I got it solid like Genesis, knock a nigga senseless
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| With this sound found down a path rising to the underground
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| Now how that sound?
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| It’s my way of music (So don’t trip)
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| Watch the way we use it (Don't trip)
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| A Madlib invasion (Don't trip)
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| Declaime and Lord Quas (Don't trip)
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| It’s my way of music (So don’t trip)
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| Watch the way we use it (Don't trip)
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| A Madlib invasion (Don't trip)
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| Declaime and Lord Quas (Don't trip) |