| Now If you’re tight with these
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| Go do your snaps
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| And if you’re tight with these
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| Throw your sholders back
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| Now if you’re tight with these
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| Go bob your head
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| And if you’re tight with these
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| Go throw that bread
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| Way yonder over the bridge
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| Out on the street
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| They shouldn’t have to tell you, stay out
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| Given the circumstances forseen
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| Coming off my block and onto your scene
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| Now we’re potent as X and morphine
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| Gonna put a hex, X the whole thing
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| Expect Rhyme Runners, front-gunners
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| Bypass all the chicks that will want us
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| With their arms overthown us
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| No homo chess on a classic rhyme
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| You’ll find that my mind is promo
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| Bites of Perry como, Move fast, no slow-mo
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| Got to be fierce if your heart was ever pierced
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| These snaps is traps, it’s at me here
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| These raps, perhaps, will guide me here
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| If not for God’s divine, I would not be here
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| Now If you’re tight with these
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| Go do your snaps
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| And if you’re tight with these
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| Throw your sholders back
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| Now if you’re tight with these
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| Go bob your head
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| And if you’re tight with these
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| Go throw that prayer!
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| The Rest Coming Soon! |