| South Park
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| Said I’m 'bout to lose my mind
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| Every time I wake up, I give the swisha sweet a hit
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| Sometimes I feel I just can’t survive without that lick
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| Hustlers use my beeper for unnecessary dealings
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| So when we work we die from killers work be killing
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| Punk mother-fakers take the pranksta for a joke
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| So how you gon' play a South Park og full of smoke, fool
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| I’m a head banger, ex banger, and when you enter
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| The South Park chamber, you in danger
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| Beware of him who, walk behind the corn
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| Cause my brain was designed in my frame before I was ever born
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| And you was right, when you said I had a head with no screws
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| But it was tight, when I stopped facing them hip hop blues (boom)
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| How you gon' say I can’t play with the big boys
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| And all the big boys play with all my Tonka toys
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| You better flip the script and get with this
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| And if that buddha don’t do ya, then go dippin' (yeah)
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| Take a walk through this jungle
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| And you can follow me all the way to Chi, if you want to
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| But you ain’t know me 'til I got bank
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| So that explains, when you approach me
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| My mind went blank
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| It’s hard to think, when my mind goes blank
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| You just can’t think when your mind goes blank
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| In this game, hangin' with my crew
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| Robbing everybody, hell, I might’ve robbed you
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| Taking care of mines, keepin' my homeys tight
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| Sharing what was mines, cause I ain’t no jealous type
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| But still I get hype, and fight back when you back stab
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| I’ll grab you straight by the neck and DDT you to the slab
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| Now here you go, you got me all physical
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| Now I’m in court, trying to tell the judge that I’m a lyrical
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| Freight train, gotta maintain game in this free world
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| Life is change, niggas stay the same but I’ll make your head twirl
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| You really don’t know me, your honor
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| To make a story short, in the end I’m a goner
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| You move you lose in the game homey and I’m searching for my come up
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| Life’s a melting pot, don’t move Point Blank won’t put his gun up
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| Outsiders try to read me but they don’t know me
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| Point Blank, label my lifestyle «OG»
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| Cook County, Chicago and Houston
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| South Park the clan, I’m boostin'
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| To be frank, let me hit the dank before you take me to the tank
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| Allah I thank
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| My mind went blank
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| I’m gonna briggity, briggity break it on down
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| To the noise
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| So best believe I’m a clown
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| On this hella fire track that hooked up
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| I came in and dropped the vocals and did a cut
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| Now we gon' freak it the way it’s supposed to be freaked
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| So when I speak don’t be afraid to say that other track weak
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| Over in the streets I hear fiends like, «Point Blank a trick»
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| The same mouth it came out, the same mouth that I hit
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| Oh, did I tell you? |
| How I knock jaws in the dirt
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| I let him player hate in my face and then I hit em' where it hurts
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| Yeah you, damn fool spread my business through the hood
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| And I’m here to let you know that it ain’t all good
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| You came to the hospital to cheer a brotha up
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| Soon as you left, went through the hood and tried to tear my name up
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| But I’m finna set it straight, that other day
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| What really went on, I tried to kill myself fool
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| So to me wasn’t nothing wrong
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| So next time you wanna be a Howard Cosell
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| Go run and tell the hood how my brother
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| Finished up your girl, aight then
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| On the I’m laughing all the way to the bank
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| This grudge is forever, forgive never
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| My mind went blank |