| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Ayo, I got you right where I want you
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| Now I don’t settle for defeat or no loss
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| Understand that our fuckin' beef is not squashed
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| I took it easy on you first, I was soft
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| But this time, I’m’a fuckin' take the gloves off
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| It would be a big mistake to start somethin' that you cannot finish
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| I’ll end this in one punch
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| You gettin' pushed down, shoved, you fucked up
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| 'Cause this time, I’m’a fuckin' take the gloves off
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| You mother fuckers are messin' just with the wrong emcee
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| Don’t come at me on your social or you all gon' see what I mean
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| Subliminal counts too, you clowns are out due for an ass kickin'
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| Let settl this now dude
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| I’m in a foul mood so how in the fuck can you go around
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| And talk about knockin' me out, whn we went to the same school
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| Plus you only lived a block from my house
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| But never said a mother fuckin' word when I was around
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| I’m not fightin' man but God did give me like two hands
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| To fight back and strike at you fools, and whether or not I lose
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| I don’t refuse landin' on my ass a broke man, beggin' for food stamps
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| That will never happen, as long as I’m rapping
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| I’ll never be called faggot, a chump or a has been
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| 'Cause that’s when I just look to my passion
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| This rap game is givin' me confidence to go and start attacking |