| I bring it like a bookie my aggression is depressin'
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| Don’t give a motherfucker time to learn his lesson!
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| A lunatic, y’all know what I represent
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| The only DJ who wanna fistfight the President!
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| I started this gangsta shit
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| And this the motherf**kin' thanks I get? |
| (Hello)
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| You muh’fuckers worry about flossin' so much
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| You don’t know the fundamentals you forgot how to brush!
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| A lunatic, y’all know what I represent
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| The only DJ who wanna fistfight the President!
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| Game!
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| Come-come-come through
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| I started this gangsta shit
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| And this the motherf**kin' thanks I get? |
| (Hello)
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| We work in the dark
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| We do what we can to battle the evil that would otherwise destroy us
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| But if a man’s character is his fate, his fight is not a choice but a calling
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| Yet sometimes the weight of this burden causes us to falter
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| Breaching the fragile fortress of our mind
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| Allowing the monsters without to turn within
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| It wasn’t me!
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| Please!
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| Perculatin' keep 'em waitin', while you sittin' here hatin'
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| Yo' bitch is hyperventilatin', hopin' that we penetratin'
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| Motherfuckers put it on, come on!
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| You muh’fuckers worry about flossin' so much
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| You don’t know the fundamentals you forgot how to brush!
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| I started this gangsta shit
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| And this the motherf**kin' thanks I get? |
| (Hello)
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| Yeah!
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| Yeah
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| Please!
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| A lunatic, y’all know what I represent
|
| The only DJ who wanna fistfight the President!
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| I started this gangsta shit
|
| And this the motherf**kin' thanks I get? |
| (Hello)
|
| I bring it like a bookie my aggression is depressin'
|
| Don’t give a motherfucker time to learn his lesson!
|
| A lunatic, y’all know what I represent
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| The only DJ who wanna fistfight the President! |