| I bring the rapture like Blondie
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| If Hip Hop is dead then what am I a zombie?
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| Got media terrorist tryin to bomb me
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| Serm, cut, follow thee like Gandhi
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| From Zune to i-tunes I’m bein heard (Yep)
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| Erick Sermon got shut down never occurred (Ummm Ummm)
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| I’m still in the limelight, still bein seen
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| Hoppin out my coupe so I still got cream
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| Still got green, still got steam
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| I’m hot (UH!) Even if they sayin I’m not
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| Y’all exist because of me (Yep) I stand out
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| Like a double d breast yet lately I’m so crazy
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| Seventeen with a Mercedes, all black
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| Ragtop, the color of Spot ya think not?
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| That was sixteen years ago, dubbed untimely
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| Got 1.6 when Def Jam signed me
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| Go 'head rewind me, backtrack what I said (UMMM!!)
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| I’m from the era of Lee jeans and Pro Keds (OWWWWWWWW!!!)
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| E Dub I’m hot like sauna
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| I’m the flyest MC in my genre
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| I must warn ya, word from Wallace (UMMM!!!)
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| Blame niggas steppin to me get demolished
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| Sheek and I got good Grammer, Kelsey
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| Ain’t nobody comin hard lately, Chelsea
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| Let me see if y’all can (Dodge this) If we will bring it man well then you can
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| (Dodge this)
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| Lyrically gunfire whenever can ya (Dodge this) I’m a say it one more time,
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| can ya (Dodge this)
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| SHEEK LOUCH!!! |
| Don Don! |
| Yeah! |
| Aight then!
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| I’m goin in my G, let’s go, yeah!
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| Aiyyo bullets out the wound a nigga poppin at you fags (YEAH!)
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| Pounds of that sour you could smell it through the bags (SMELL THIS!)
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| I don’t bang but my niggas holdin up them flags (WHATTUP!)
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| Coupes comin like, King’s colors with the mag (AH!!!)
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| No clientele, you don’t ring no bells (UH UH!)
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| I’m 9−1-4 I’m more than Pete and C.L. |
| (Y-O!!!)
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| My album 'gon move without no retail
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| Bonds is cocaine don’t cut fishscale
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| Donnie, call me Don Don silver beat Bobby Baclin
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| Yeah! |
| Niggas don’t know how to act
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| When I come through that block (Yeah!) Two door drop (Yeah!)
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| Hat to the side (Uh Huh!) Lookin like my pops (AIGHT!!!)
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| Lump under my shirt, lookin like the glock (I got that!)
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| I take my shirt off, lookin like The Rock (HA HA!)
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| Anuthing I get on you know it’s 'gon knock (YEAH!)
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| Sheek Louch and E Dub bitch D-Block!!!
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| Let me see if y’all can (Dodge this) If you real playboy maybe you can (Dodge
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| this)
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| Lyrically gunfire wherever can ya (Dodge this) I’m a say it one more time,
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| can ya (Dodge this)
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| Dodge this… Dodge this…(Can ya) Dodge this… |