| Two steps from the border line
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| Anything closer will kiss the nine
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| Think I’m out the game? |
| You out of your mind
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| Cuz I stay on track, like transit line (FIRE!)
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| Keep it nappy or braided up
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| Dirty in the cockpit, blazin' up (FIRE!)
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| Stop frontin' when you made it up
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| Tellin' all my hoes, you can’t spray it up (FIRE!)
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| Hah, huggin' nuts like tighty whites
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| Still trickin' on hoes like Heidi Fleiss (FIRE!)
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| You know why niggas don’t give you much respect
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| Cuz they seen you gettin' slapped with the empty gat (FIRE!)
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| Know Dirt, like bow know death
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| When I’m huntin' down, birds in rap (FIRE!)
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| Hate Dog, cuz I ate your cat
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| And you can eat my ass and have a coke with that (FIRE!)
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| Use a spoon, unless you want a fork
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| Pull my dick out, watch the room get dark (FIRE!)
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| Stay high with the zombie walk
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| Gotta sit my ass down, like Rosa Parks
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| FIRE, FIRE-FIRE, FIRE (Let me hear it)
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| FIRE, FIRE-FIRE, FIRE (Ohhhhhhhhh)
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| FIRE, FIRE-FIRE, FIRE (Let me hear it, ohhhhhhhhhhh)
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| What can make a hoe, look more cuter
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| But, Hennessey shots, and smoke more Buddha (FIRE!)
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| Now you hungry, wanna eat right through her
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| But you better first track for a noter (FIRE!)
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| Like does she have a best friend, or a daughter
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| Has she ever tried fuckin' under water (FIRE!)
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| Misinterpetate, let me break it down
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| Two pulls make the your merry go round (FIRE!)
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| Touch your toes, show me that rose
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| Butt naked, in a Wu-Tang pose (FIRE!)
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| Wide open, girl, everything goes
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| Real freaky, when you powder that nose |