| Uh-ohhhh, uh-oh
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| Uh-ohhhhhh! |
| That on top, ohh!
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| Ta-ha, Joey (yeah, shit go hard too)
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| No comment, no comment
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| Ta-ha, whole bunch of yappin
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| Jersey! |
| That M.J. bullshit
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| Let me talk to 'em, l-look look look
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| Since the world don’t revolve around me
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| (Then what?) Hoodie on, revolver on me
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| I’m the wrong one you wanna amp (why?)
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| Cause niggaz could get missin
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| like you straight out of LeBron’s summer camp (ohh!)
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| Anytime the fed’s see me
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| I tell 'em that the only thing FUCKERY here gets you an STD
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| My life, should be sold as a movie
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| From the (Slum dog) tryin to be a (Millionaire), no groupies
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| When did the civilians decide to be a thug?
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| Motivated by the hate (BUT) inspired by the love
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| Rappers sayin my name like it’s a bright tactic
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| Jackson 5, put your (Mike) in a casket
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| Let the fans gas you and tell you you’re nice
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| Be a legend in RAP, but a failure in life
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| For real, I don’t think these dudes is spectacular
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| Pretty Ricky thugs who move like spectacular, nigga!
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| What up with you and so-and-so? |
| Heard you got a diss
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| Don’t know about THAT, but I know about this nigga
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| No comment (what) no comment (what)
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| No comment, I ain’t got a comment
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| Bloggers, Twitter, Budden TV
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| No comment, y’all ain’t gettin nothin from me
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| I said, no comment (what) no comment
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| No comment, I ain’t got a comment
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| So I been called a snitch (BUT)
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| But I been called worse by better so let’s skip over the lecture
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| That’s a common lie (why?)
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| Cause if I ever call the cops it’s only gon' be to report a homicide
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| How am I in beef? |
| I walk about free
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| They only talk about YOU, when you talk about ME
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| So go ahead and act hard
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| And somebody gon' grab chalk (and) and turn the streets into a blackboard
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| So I’m supposed to put niggaz on a pedestal
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| for rappin 'bout a bunch of bullshit that they don’t ever do
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| You look stupid when you go there
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| Say I’m only hot online you ain’t heatin up nowhere
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| SHOT-gun in SHOT-gun, ride right past ya
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| Windows down, got every right to blast ya
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| No wonder he thinkin he’ll provide a disaster
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| Cause bitches keep tellin him that size don’t matter (ta-ha)
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| Things niggaz say I don’t mind it
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| Say they lost respect for me, who the FRUCK is askin you to find it?
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| This is me practicin censorship
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| Since the new definition of real nigga is sensitive
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| In his interview, say I’m askin for a hearse
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| But couple months BACK he was askin for a verse
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| Only hurts is the team used to bump you
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| Now he look like a fiend, I should slump you |