| Let the bass come in Then I’m a start
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| Comin hard
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| Enough to bust
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| Im outa the flow so hard
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| And you know I’m one of the hard
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| Its gangsta art
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| Its been a record
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| And put suckas in check fast
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| As I blast
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| With a mask
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| You know and I know that I be the last one
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| Standin I in demandin
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| Im ready to bust my flow and
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| Im knowin
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| Im blowin up These woman are steadily goin
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| Im rippin and flippin the track
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| Back on attack
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| Im like the mat
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| Checkin these suckas for money
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| And really you’re funny
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| Cause you know that I got a stack
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| Cheese if you please
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| Let me do my thang
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| As I hang
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| Up off in the hood
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| It’s all good
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| Cause you know I gotta slang in the game
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| Cause I’m the loud type
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| Gotta get the crowd hype
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| Im back on attack
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| So make quick fools
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| You know who it is man
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| Im back
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| Pat is back, Pat is back
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| Im droppin them deadly verses
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| With no rehearses, huh
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| These bustas I wish my curses
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| I put em' hearses, huh
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| Im droppin this bass in your face man
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| I know you can feel me, huh
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| I don’t care if people don’t like me Just give me my prop G And let me just stack up my cheese man
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| I gatta get paid black, huh
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| I gatta stack me a million
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| So I can be laid back
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| Beamers all?
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| They don’t give me love G But it don’t really matter
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| Im hooked on my music
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| So I’m a stay up G Oh I’m so amazin
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| Im ready to bust man
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| Im kicken up dust man, huh
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| The people that mack think they’re tough man
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| You can’t get with us man, huh
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| We rollin so clean and so tight black
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| Im a hit you right back
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| Im a livin so phat
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| But before I go Im a let you know
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| Im back
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| Pat is back, Pat is back
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| (doesn't take a breath)
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| Im rippin an flippin that shotgun
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| Im back on attackin
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| Im ready to bust
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| And I’m kicken up dust
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| And I’m know when flowin
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| Im goin
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| Im up And I’m ready to cross
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| And they bust
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| So they wanna run up And get stuck
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| Im so buckin
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| Im as tight as I wanna be Straight out of tennis G Chillin with homies
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| And rollies up out of the hood
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| It’s all good
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| Cause you know that I’m goin to be Bustin and rushin them pages
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| With stashes of lyrics
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| That can not be faded
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| Im takin this flow
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| And I’m goin on up to the top
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| I can’t stop
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| Until I know that I made it I played it so smart from the start
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| And I’m back on attackin
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| When a rake
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| And put suckas
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| The chickens go off
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| Are the ones that get dealers
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| Cause I’m nation wide
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| And I’m steadily chashin them checks at the bank
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| While you bustas get gat for your cheese
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| And I’m comin up strong
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| In the business
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| So whiteness the flow that
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| I kick it so big
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| That you gatta step back off a pad
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| And let me bust
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| The first at a show
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| And get paid
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| Never yank when my bank
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| Cause I’m bustin so tight
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| And I offend with attack
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| With this bass in your trunk
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| And drop funk in your system
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| Cause I know you miss me But now I come back
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| Pat is back, Pat is back |