| I step in the club two steppin' with clubbed feet
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| I tell you everything about myself when we just meet
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| If i’m hungry I don’t reach for the weapon and bust heat
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| Or Just-Eat, I snatch the bread from a duck’s beak
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| Shun the deluxe suite
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| Slept on the rough street
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| Stashin' cash in a mattress used for everything but sleep
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| In the front seat, gettin' head from a young freak
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| Two alchies chattin' shit, neckin' becks in the pub deep
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| I’m feelin' melancholy by meself neckin' voddy
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| It’s cool I love everyone except everybody
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| Cuz everybody’s too nice so I play the foe
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| Way to go, I spike your dirty sprite with H2O
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| In a way you owe me; |
| Lee
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| I been killin' shit since Pay As You Go — Know We
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| Pressin' me own CD’s in '03
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| And buying O’s with the dough so the smokes free
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| Thats all I wanted now I want the world on a spike
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| Clumsy pourin' absinthe on ya like
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| Have you got a light?
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| We are not alike
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| I am super god in the flesh
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| Embracing you with with open arms and a bomb on me chest
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| Pick your poison the McLaren or the hearse
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| I know that’s morbid but niggas just be preparing for the worst
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| Or hoping for the best or both
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| Life’s a joke and i’m impressed that you take it so seriously the way you’re
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| pokin' out your chest
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| But i get it tho, niggas live just enough for the city flow
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| Bitches tryna give up sucks for the centerfold
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| Dole in the inner globe
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| Blow when the winter roll
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| Gold when I spin it bro
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| You foldin' in intervals
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| You know I push that envelope cuz thats my kind of dope
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| Pros get dismissed you know
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| Foes gettin' hit with those
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| Drill a hole in his nose then I split his soul
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| You pitiful, whoa, i’m hittin' o’s with the sticky smoke
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| To show you tryna see the sunrise on your tippy toes
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| Shit be fly, his one right here’s for the tippy tie
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| Sa da tay, calm me down, the panties (?) today
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| (?), or the day they be sayin' im the guy |