| Yo, I take your brain on a freestyle excursion
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| Cuttin things up, ask P I’m his surgeon
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| Hip hop emergency, yeah, it’s kind of urgent
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| Rapprers getting all washed up in their detergent
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| But I’m still fresh and my lyrics is strong
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| I like Mary J girls all night long
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| I tale the metal back, Colt gave you the gun
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| Then tell Chuck Berry how I rate your song
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| To mess with the best reach inside your purses
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| Put that money on the men with live verses
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| Top to the bottom, bottom to top I
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| Make the rest look drunk like a bottle of vodka
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| In the alley way, bent, leaning over the stoope
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| Used to roll with my beats now I roll in the coupe
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| With the quickness, quick mix without the relic
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| If it’s anyting good I’m about to grabb it
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| One, two, one, two
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| One, two y’all, one, two, one, two
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| One, two y’all, it’s the ultimate shit
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| That you got to go get with the niggas legit
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| You listen to a hardcore legend of rap
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| With the doller sign rhyme and a five star track
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| I travel the scenes all across the world
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| Even Mexico bustin that Charles Suprero
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| And ther’s no jokes, large coast to coast
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| Listen to grown folks, while you takin your toast
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| I be straight like that bent line juming out genuine
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| Automobile with the back seat climb
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| Straight captain of the south and the north
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| And I ride trough the streets so I care for law
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| Better stay on, niggas be writing with creon
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| I type in the laptop, quick to spray on
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| Like crylon, dvd made out of nylon
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| With the ribbon, kill them with that Larry Bird weapon
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| Hot now ever since when I was warm
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| I was telling y’all I would take the world by storm
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| Now it’s on
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| One, two y’all, one, two, one, two
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| One, two y’all
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| It’s just rhymes |