| Bitch it’s time to get paid
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| How paid?
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| Fuck a silly snitch
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| Smoke a motherfucker down
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| Smokin' on a Philly
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| Nigga say he gon' kill me
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| Oh really?
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| Is he? |
| Is he? |
| Is he? |
| Is he Crazy?
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| Fuckin' around with Rosemarys Baby
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| Maybe he just wanna die
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| Maybe he just wanna die
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| I be the one to bust shots
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| I be the one you fuck not
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| Plus got more raps than any rhymer on your roster
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| Fake ass Wigga!
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| You just an imposter
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| Gotsta bust ya down with the Gauge
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| As I read ya mind I flip the page
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| It’s a new day and age
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| 2000 A. D
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| Still they tryin' to play me like a dog wit Rabies
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| They say he’s crazy
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| Stay up out his way
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| Before he hits you wit the A-K spray
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| I see you like uh, C-B-S
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| We smoke the Ganj cuz we be stressed
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| Fuck with me and catch eternal rest
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| This is for my niggas in the low-low
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| On the dolo, stay away from the po-pos
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| I smoke a Pink Panther until I go doze
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| And after that I go powder my nose
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| When they be like «What up yo?»
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| I be like yo «Gloczup!»
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| When they hit me wit tha «Wassup?»
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| I’m like whut «Gloczup!»
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| All my life been gettin' Chedda' never put the chops up
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| Talk some shit about Detroit and thats how you get shot up
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| Beotch
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| Homocidal, Suicidal, my Recital
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| Enough to take any rapper out they Title
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| I be the U-N-H-O-L-Y
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| Toe tag to Body bag make ya momma cry
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| I fly high in the sky cookin' up a pie
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| Cross me starin' down the barell lookin' up at I
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| Never wonder about this life cuz we all gon' die
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| So I redrum murder without an alibi
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| Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
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| Quick to bust cuz it ain’t no fuckin' trust
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| And I must say kill a Gay Fag dissin'
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| Spittin' venom on my style you just a snake bitch hissin'
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| This and that grab the strap
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| Killin' spillin' ya blood all over ya raps
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| I’ll shoot Dice until his ass get craps
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| Plus I keep more Macs than fros got naps
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| Slap yo bitch on the ass
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| Mash on the gas
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| Burnin' rubber all up ya block takin' off fast
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| Carry a concealed weapon incase I gotta blast
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| In the broad daylight without a ski mask
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| I see you on the other side
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| I see you on the other side
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| I see you on the other side
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| I be the undisputed rhyme champion of the universe
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| I spit that Wicked shit my Acid Rap is much worse
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| This white boy named Eminem say he’s live like me
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| Talkin' about he from Detroit the East Side like me
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| Talkin' about he don’t spit Acid Rap but spit Acid like me
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| Bitch I’m a Nigga
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| And you a Honky |