| I parlay everyday like Billy Ray Valentine
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| Baby can you handle mine
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| Strikin 4 late when I drive
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| Im like a barracuda Ruger when I do ya
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| Pursue her with maneuvers man its only done by troopers
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| The killer kinetic energetic you better get it
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| So duck real low when I spit the unleaded
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| The feisty Pisces icy like me
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| Killa whale male that rhyme so sheisty
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| Chrome wheel effect, just like an architect
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| Baby will you play when your shirt get wet
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| We lounge like blood hounds with a Doberman pincher style
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| Wait till the raps cock back and then POW
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| So OG like what happened to that
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| Retaliate with my rappin attack
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| Its the big game smoker face like playin poker
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| My man got this game organized like a broker
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| So proceed and lets quadruple four gs
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| Hold please dont interrupt me when I roll weed
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| Quick to put it down in towns that we visit
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| Explicit lifestyles that make em turn around
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| Recognize exquisite mouthpiece is vicious
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| Approach to this whole rap business
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| Fade like mixers and try to come anew like the Sixers
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| Capture the moment visual like pictures
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| Descriptive gamell make em all believe
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| Theres more to please overseas
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| And after these flip more and hit em hard with reason
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| And aint gonna hustle just to break even
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| And lately Im something like a baby thats teethin
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| Uncomfortable with the situation but its needed
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| Hey its me and dre comin through with the rap attacks
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| Smooth like E-Daddy rollin in a Cadillac
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| Hey its the five millimeter spitter on you like a transmitter
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| Gotta kick back with my live-ass cats of rap
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| I twirl around like a whirlwind
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| Writin with a pearl pen
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| Gotta have a eighth partna when I start swirlin
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| Lay it down like Vietnam
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| Something like a Vietcong when it comes to makin cash and blowin bomb
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| Do it like its Federal do it with a fetti style
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| Loaded like a gun until you hear a big POW
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| My raps straight attack ya
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| Fact is never get captured
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| The stature that slaps ya
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| Play it off with laughter
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| Lyrical work a lyrical master
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| I hasta strike faster than the average rapper
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| No got me trippin on the aftermath
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| And Nickatina had your boy signin autographs
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| Smokin a half and Im tryna get more scratch than rashes
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| Cut off suckelles attach the bashes
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| They on lock like latches leeches and bloodsuckers
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| Tryna take life from me you stupid motherfucker
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| I go about it so serious and so strict
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| Watch it see through who Im associatin with
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| I gotta represent cuz I know Ill never hear the end of it
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| Haters love to hate but somehow Ima benefit
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| Out of this limitless I indicate action
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| Interactin on the interstate rappin with a passion
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| They dont wanna see me with a pencil and an instrumental
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| Blazin like a Cajun on the streets when Im racin
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| Grip it like I meant it when I sent it to the bank
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| Spittin to my tigas with the cognac drinks
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| I eats on a big plate devilish mind state
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| The weight of my way yo increase the crime rate
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| With verses and vocals pieces of pronouns
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| Cock back the raps on that ass like POW |