| Yo! |
| It’s Twon G! |
| A bully on the loose! |
| And that’s me!
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| And y’all too, Dinero, D-Money whattup?!
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| Huh Huh! |
| Look!
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| I know a killa and he ain’t one
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| I’ll let reality show him, VH1
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| H1N1 sick I inflict pain
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| Like board of health injections in dicks
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| No homo, I’m well known no promo
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| Pretty boy kill the act, Boris Kodjoe
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| Huh! |
| Let it knock door to door flow
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| Bully shit with a twist like cornrolls
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| With a kiss with a hiss, cobras
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| Niggas slide me in the middle like okra
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| Your flow fluffed like a pillow on a sofa
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| I’m heated for bread I’m the middle of the toaster
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| The negativity and doubt that you ran about
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| Huh! |
| I cook in God’s kitchen he panned it out
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| Knock him out man it’s out from my hand to mouth
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| In the crowd y’all stand I’m standin out
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| Huh! |
| I’m so numb like like a sore thumb
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| And what you sayin is borin nigga ho hum
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| Please! |
| Kill it already
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| I’m like a mean vicodin fill it already
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| And what you talkin 'bout Willis still it’s all 'fetti
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| Turn your lights out nigga Pendergrass Teddy
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| Foot in your ass heavy, like enimas
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| Then I’m a, video your ass like cinemas
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| Huh! |
| I eat a lemon piss lemonade
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| And when you stayed prayed up you a renegade
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| Haters let you play your heart hit you with the spade
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| You talk tough to a lion 'til you in it’s cage
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| Now the curtains shut, you wanna work it out
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| With rednecks you worked them up, but pay the price now
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| And y’all runnin around three blind mice style
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| Well rhyme right now three blind mice style
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| I might spit a concept or I might style
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| This is real rap not a rap lifestyle
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| I’m like wow life’s foul, one day your here
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| The next you disappear David Blaine Show
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| In the hood it’s the same ol' same ol'
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| Fights pressure build the blocks and volcano
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| Huh! |
| Mortal Kombat, Caino
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| I done killed this bitch, Jane Doe! |