| The majestic great from the head to the toes
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| I ain’t in a gang, I’m in my favorite clothes
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| But I can scrap with any enemies or foes
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| Cause I’m champion, just ask all my hoes
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| Please don’t push, or you wish that you didn’t
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| We’re goin toe to toe, and it ain’t no kickin
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| My moves are kinda slick and my punches be stickin
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| So put up your dukes, you little half-priced chicken
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| Don’t brother-brother me, cause I ain’t your kin
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| I’m aimin for the end, and I’m off that gin
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| Tee came to separate boys from the men
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| If I see another dance step, I’m shootin for the chin
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| I sag when I stroll, cause I’m known as a hood
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| I fuck real good, got trophies for the wood
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| Hub City hangin, I love shootin fakes
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| So bitch, make way for King Tee Tha Great
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| Come on (say yeah)
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| (Check it out y’all
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| You don’t stop
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| Keep on) --] Big Daddy Kane
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| Back on the block I got juice with the gees
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| I was writin rhymes while they picked up ki’s
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| Yeah, I got homies that be throwin up b’s
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| And I got family that be throwin up c’s
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| But to the O.G.'s it’s all about paper
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| Let’s sling these birds and gangbang later
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| I gotta be the great, cause ain’t nobody greater
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| A obvious rhyme would be E-Swift is on the fader
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| Since I’m out west I bought a holster for my Glock
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| Sittin on the roof at the muthafuckin cops
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| And the fuckin bitches that’s burnin in a cock
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| And Lord forbid, don’t let me see my pops
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| Cause it’ll be a buck-buck, and another buck-buck
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| I don’t give a fuck, he left mom duke stuck
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| No remorse, cause I love shootin fakes
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| So run, nigga, run, here comes King Tee Tha Great |