| Ah!
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| Ah!
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| You don’t know me! |
| (Know me!)
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| So I don’t owe you shit! |
| (You shit!)
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| Fuck the police! |
| (Fuck the police!)
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| Get that, yell that, with that, with that
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| I pull up this off my face
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| I pull up this off my face
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| I rock the fuckin' cracker, lose my head
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| I rock the fuckin' cracker, lose my head
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| I rock the fuckin' cracker, lose my head
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| Ah! |
| Don’t touch me bitch!
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| Stay the fuck out my way, don’t touch me bitch!
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| Another day is gone!
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| Home for the shoe, needle bass
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| Class, fuck the system
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| Standing I get heard
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| Through your eardrums pumpin' out
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| pack of armies here
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| We dare no one when the time is near
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| fuck on your stony mother
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| eat myself, kill her face
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| I pull up this off my face
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| I pull up this off my face
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| I rock the fuckin' cracker, lose my head
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| I rock the fuckin' cracker, lose my head
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| I rock the fuckin' cracker, lose my head
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| And then again, it’s like a huge reality check. |
| You know? |
| People don’t wanna
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| hear about the real shit and the bad things that’s going on in this world,
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| and the good things. |
| You know? |
| Like a lot of these rappers talking, you know,
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| you- you go out on a Saturday night or weekend from her job, you party,
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| you live it up. |
| Then, once Monday hits, boom! |
| Yo' ass back clockin' into that
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| job |