| Aw man, yea
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| You ever be in the club man, you get in a fight
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| And people that you don’t even know jump in?
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| You feel like you wanna hit something, your fist clenches, your pissed
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| You just wanna get someone with sh*t, jump em
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| You’re bout to get your sh*t pushed in, I’m just inches away
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| I’m splitting your shit wide open, no stitches could save
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| So die with your eyes open, you hope this isn’t the way
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| You end up going out, but I guess it just is I’m afraid
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| Razors, scissors and blades make Jason say isn’t this great
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| On-lookers participate in this a*s-kicking debate
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| They’re starting to take place in the middle of the street
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| Little did you know there’d be an all-out brawl soon as you heard this beat
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| Emergency personnel rush to the murder scene, but it’s too late
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| It’s absolute pandemonium, whisked away
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| In a ambulance is your fate, nothing nobody told you when you-
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| Left your house today coulda made you anticipate
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| Such an ass whooping, okay, til the anger dissipates
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| You get punched in the face, reciprocate
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| So what the deal, ridaz?
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| Would you excuse me while I feel my nuts?
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| My balls are feeling a-mighty big now
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| I might just have to dig down and pull em through my britches
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| I said…
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| So what the deal, ridaz?
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| Would you excuse me while I feel my nuts?
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| My balls are feeling a-mighty big now
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| I might just have to dig down and pull em through my britches
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| I said…
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| You step in the place with enough misplaced anger to catch a case
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| Anxious to get in some shit, got your gangstas all with your ladies
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| You better go get your mase cause shady said so
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| You may wanna pick up the radio and bang it against your face
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| That’s how f*king rowdy you feel, now do you still wanna grill?
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| If you don’t wanna get the shit beat outta you, chill
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| Cause if you doubt me you will, yea got me a pill, found me a thrill
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| I got a couple of drinks here and I’m bound to refill
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| Girl howdy, how do you feel ma?
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| This c-ksucker did not spill my drink, Oh HELL no
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| He must be tryna kill my buzz, I will not budge
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| And what the deal ridaz?
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| Now here they all come and they got your back in like 2 seconds flat
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| That’s probably a record yea, you wasn’t expecting that
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| Cause they want in on the act, there’s a cognac
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| Bottle, we snuck it in cause the beer that they were serving here was only tap
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| I’m biting, I fight dirty, you might get kicked in the nuts
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| You’re frightened like this guy might hurt me
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| You’re quite certain he’s nuts, I’ve hit myself in the face harder
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| Play smarter, you may start you need a chainsaw to
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| Dig your way out of, go powder your nose
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| P-sy the harder you yell, the harder I slap the sh*t out of you hoes
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| You set it off fa-ot, so now how do you spose
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| We settle it, hit me in the nose, we’ll see how it goes
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| So what the deal, ridaz?
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| Would you excuse me while I feel my nuts?
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| My balls are feeling a-mighty big now
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| I might just have to dig down and pull em through my britches
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| I said…
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| So what the deal, ridaz?
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| Would you excuse me while I feel my nuts?
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| My balls are feeling a-mighty big now
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| I might just have to dig down and pull em through my britches
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| I said…
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| It’s shear hustle, I bob, weave, deflate your beer muscles
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| We’re tussling, the crowd’s starting to cheer us
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| And adrenaline’s rushing through us just like a geyser gushing
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| Too much Budweiser in my blood, I’m strangling your windpipe
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| And my signatures, ligature marks
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| Look at you all big with your remarks, and I swing an icepick at your heart
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| At least that’s what it feels like when I pick you apart
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| And dig at you and break you down like the bitch that you are
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| The predicament starts when I throw a brick at your car
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| The pain inflicted upon you, it’s so sick, it’s bizarre
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| Shit, this is almost ridiculous, addictive as far
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| As having me wanna rip out your frickin ligaments ARGH!
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| You hit like a b*tch, you scratch me with your nails, for that-
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| You catch an open-hand slap, break off your nail like BAP!
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| In fact, I’ll have the crowd smacking you themselves
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| Where’s D12, I don’t feel like doing this by myself |