| Kids, don’t get high
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| Mothafuckas had me up in this mothafucka, last night and shit
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| I’m cocained the fuck up
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| Paranoid as a motha. |
| yo I’m paranoid as a fucka
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| Yeah, fuck that. |
| yo I fuck around and shit
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| I sprained both of my fuckin' fingers
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| This shit. |
| man a nigga need to get. |
| I’m tired of gettin' high like that
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| Ain’t nobody came in my mothafuckin' school with no mothafuckin' drugs
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| Stop fuckin' wit me niggas, stop fuckin' wit me
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| Nigga, that shits all in my family, nigga
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| Stop fuckin' wit me, the fuck is you talkin' bout?
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| On the strength, what the fuck is you talkin' bout?
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| We’ve been here too many years to stop fuckin' wit me
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| Nigga I’m scared of the trigga
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| While I’m the life giver and the life taker
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| I’m your father-in-law, married to mother-in-law
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| Got the universe movin' in the form of the sea-saw
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| You killed 2Pac and Biggie, you know they was rollin' wit me
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| You paid for your stupidity
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| You can’t do nothin' to me! |
| I let your fuckin' fly free
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| Nigga, I’m pioneerin' all the sound ya hearin'
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| Earth from steerin', high mountaineerin'
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| I sincerely fuck you up severly by the yearly
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| Keep the sky clearly
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| I’m straight from the seventies
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| Mockneck colors wit ya bitch ass disappearin'
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| Give me clearance, I don’t want no fuckin' interference!
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| I’m the Big Black Jesus!
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| Throw ya hands in the air! |
| And wave 'em, fuckin' Wu don’t care!
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| And if ya +'Bout It, 'Bout It+
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| Like we’re +'Bout It, 'Bout It+, let me hear ya say, «Oh yeah!»
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| Oh yeah! |
| Well, oh yeah!
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| I smoke woolers too, I majored the dust
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| Uh, it’s legal for me
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| I drink everything, I don’t give a fuck
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| It’s part of the universe
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| Hey, what else I do? |
| I do what I do
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| Man, fuck that! |
| I stays high!
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| I don’t give a fuck!
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| I be the rap head and the mic’s my pipe
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| I’m about to get everybody high tonight
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| You ain’t had no cool shit like this since '95
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| My Cuffie tribe is mad live, people do or die
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| And I be comin' with the good shit, somethin' like dope
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| I know you smoke it, but you won’t get high, off this note
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| Have you up, really up like cocaine, you thought you could reign?
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| But all you did was throw mad pain, like diamonds
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| You could say I’m the lady’s best friend
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| And when it come to makin' lyrics, I’ma represent
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| Yo, climbin' the charts like a cat
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| I’m rollin' with mad clips and gats
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| I can’t be stopped, like this is Shitty City
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| Kids, don’t use drugs!
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| Drug Free! |
| Drug Free! |
| Drug Free!
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| Drug Free! |
| Drug Free! |
| Drug Free!
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| Drug Free! |
| Drug Free!
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| Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun
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| Dunh, do-do-do-duh-duh-duh
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| Dun-dun-dun
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| Maybe I was a fool, dun-do-na-na-na
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| When you say gettin' high wasn’t cool, do-na-na-na
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| When I got used to this stuff, dun-duh-na-na-na
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| Wasn’t enough.
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| Drug Free! |
| Drug Free! |
| Drug Free!
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| Yo bow down, we in the war with no images
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| I know you’re feelin' us, DV’s and Black Jesus
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| +Protect Ya Neck+, niggas better hit the deck
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| And ya chick better give us respect, respect
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| Eh-yo, my spit squad break ho’s in like cavities
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| On the majority, shit you kick been borin' me
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| It’s real logical, gain my strength, the biological
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| The role model, rock ya cradle, no one’s survivin' me
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| The God-show, to yo' respect, we need to bless you
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| On some other, under the weather, we undercover
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| Stick stickin' 'em, shakin' 'em down, you know the program
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| Get wit it, Venoms and Wu, we stay committed
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| Committed, what what what? |
| Uh-huh.
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| Baby. |
| Baby Jesus, Baby Jesus
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| Deadly Venoms — Chameleon, Poison, Scorpion, Viper
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| Chameleon, Poison, Scorpion, Viper (Brooklyn Zu!)
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| Lemme tell y’all fuckas somethin'
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| I ain’t got nothin' against no one
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| Y’all fuckas always go somethin' against me
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| Fuck you! |
| Men in Black!
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| Drug Free! |