| I’m still the greatest
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| I’m pretty
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| I’m still the greatest
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| And i’ma bad man
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| Hot child in the city
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| Walkin' round lookin' pretty
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| Playas call m Sidity
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| Fuck pitty
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| Chitty chitty bang bang
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| It’s a Westside thang
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| Bitches get banged on
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| And stole on
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| In the city where the grass is green
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| And the palm trees lean
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| Been ballin'
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| Shot callin' since 83
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| I know the mothaphukin' industry
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| Ain’t ready for me
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| Or these ghetto fab queens
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| Already platlum in the streets
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| I even got them jail house niggas
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| Sendin' they cheese to me
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| Big Chan in japan
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| Bitch I’m over seas
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| I’m pimpin' this gat
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| Watch me hidy flice these hoes
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| Leave em short changed
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| Take they fame and roll
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| Wacth em all fall to tha flo'
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| It’s a t-k-o
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| All you heard was Big Chan
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| Don’t hit me no mo'
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| Shit this ain’t a game
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| Street niggas know the m-o
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| I kill em with words
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| Serve em like them dealas
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| Do them birds
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| Ya heard me
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| Can’t a mothafuka serve me
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| I still hold the title
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| Reposessed it from some of my
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| Greatest idols
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| You punk ass bitches is hollow
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| I cave yo whole fuckin' chest in
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| My nigga young Lay
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| Hold it down
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| It’s goin' down
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| Like Holyfield and Tyson
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| This is for them bitc ass hatas
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| I’m signin' off
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| I’m kickin' ass and takin' names
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| Late late late
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| Hook x4
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| She pulled the curtain
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| Fo' certain
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| We go’n leave these mothafuckas hurtin'
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| Niggas never no bluffin'
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| No perv’in
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| Lil Lay the great
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| Runnin' this earth
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| I’m ready to serve ya right
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| Nigga done paid my dues
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| And took my loses
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| It’s all about murder right
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| Fuckin' with these Cleveland bosses
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| We flossin'
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| Ya get paranoid
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| Cuz me and my boys
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| Makin' noise
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| Shuttin' shit down
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| Heard the buzz around town
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| These niggas wanna fuck with me now
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| Well step in my arena
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| You ain’t never seen a
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| Lilttle nigga meaner then Lay
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| Nigga back in the day
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| When a nigga had to play with the a-k
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| Boys had em all blown away
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| Nigga don’t play
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| I be flippin' my lid
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| Sippin' my gin
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| Makin' mine
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| Cuz in 99
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| I ain’t wastin' no time
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| Makin' that money
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| While I’m pushin' my line
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| Design to prime nigga
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| Nigga with the automatic status
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| Daily on the trigga
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| Hatin' on me
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| Cuz I’m an original thug
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| Jealous of a nigga
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| Cuz I got these figures
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| Money don’t mean
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| A gotdamn thing
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| We can go toe to toe
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| Blow for blow
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| Slug for slug
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| A thug’s a thug
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| Kickin' this here
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| Just to let you know
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| Ain’t a damn thang changed
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| Doin' these everyday thangs
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| And it consist of
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| Bank bud the brew and the bitches
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| And the bustas never could hang nigga
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| Hook x4
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| Now he better lay down
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| Test me boy
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| I trust my dawgs
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| In the name of the Lord
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| Were not raised in hell
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| Just spray
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| With the G-A-G-E
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| Smack em with the buck shot
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| Guard your face
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| Next mornin'
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| I read on the front page news
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| And o-bit-uary
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| You stup[id mothafucka
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| Shoulda known not to step to Flesh
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| None the less
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| He is one less bitch
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| For me to worry about
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| For the people in time
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| I sex my wine
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| Hit em up two times
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| With a three peice nine
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| Then dumps the body and
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| He’s the one got the gun
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| With the most of niggas
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| Realease the beast
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| Nevertheless
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| They sleep in silence
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| It ain’t over for you snitches
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| Can’t handle the truth
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| It hurts punk
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| And the next shot
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| Off the floor
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| Inside his stomach
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| Bitch now put em in the mud
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| Slowly slowly
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| See it inside you
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| Open your mind
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| Deep in your mental
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| Flesh’ll get your best
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| Shoulda made you realize
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| I stay thirsty by the flesh
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| It’ll be test to try me
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| Little bit on the front
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| In the aftermath
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| When the long gone home
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| It ain’t shit
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| Thought you knew me
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| Til I made it known
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| Nothin' to pick up the gage
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| Explotion blow
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| Contest not the Fith Dawg
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| Never they know
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| Check out my future
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| From the second league
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| They take out the streets
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| Where this thugsta dwell
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| All up in St. Clair
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| Hit em up S-C-T
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| Where them hang
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| Niggas trippin'
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| Sippin' the fifth of rose
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| Everybody buzzed
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| Steady remenissin'
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| On back and to think how they roll
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| Unloaded fo-fo's
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| Niiga makin' my money daily double
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| It’s the reason they call me stack
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| That nigga to peel back
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| Your mothafuckin cap
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| Hook x4 |