| 1, 2, 3 who could it be?
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| The dopest motherfucker that you hearing, Lil ½ Dead
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| Early in the morning jumps out my bed
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| Who am I, that looney lil' nigga half dead
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| I’m gonna tell you 'bout a trick I knew
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| A bitch I met way back in '82
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| Her name was Grace
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| Her face was all that and a bag of chips
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| And boy, she had hips, I dips
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| Every single day down her block
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| But now that ho jocks cause I served like some rocks
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| It’s like everytime she see me she’s flagging me down
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| I just swerve on her and I throw up the pound
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| I let the ho know that I don’t love her ass
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| As I mash on my gas and dash
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| To me it’s seeming, the girl is fiendin'
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| She really wants be down with my team and
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| Making lots of money scheming
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| But as I turn the corner, all I heard the ho screamin' was, uh
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| Now I’m feeling allright, my rhymes are tight
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| And only one punk nigga really tried to fight
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| My skills, they might kill
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| So just chill before I stell your grill, for real
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| I got that funky ass shit for your head
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| And only one nigga tried to see Half Dead
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| In the party that night, he wanted to fight
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| He got mad cause my rhymes was so tight
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| I had to serve him like a stake on a platter
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| You know to me it really didn’t matter
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| I shattered all his hopes, all his dreams
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| I make the party swing, now he’s on feam
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| For that funky ass shit that I be saying
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| You know I wasn’t playing
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| I left him on his knees praying
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| That he could really be like me
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| A real G, but that nigga couldn’t see
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| Who’s the dopest motherfucker that you’re hearing
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| That nigga HD dog, he ain’t no mother fucking joke
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| Now what would happen if you fuck with him
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| You gets rolled like a joint and smoked
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| Now I still gets busy like a 4 on a switch
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| And still say fuck a bitch
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| Even though I gots to make love to these hoes
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| Now its 1994, all I love is my dough
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| And yo, my niggas from the D-O double G
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| P-O-U-N-D from the L-B-C
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| I’m putting it down for the pound
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| And if a nigga run up in my face, don’t you know he could get clowned
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| By the sounds of my shit, it’s funky like some chicken
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| It’s good to the bones and finger licking
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| I’m digging all these hoes out
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| I got to clout, so let me hear you mother fucking shout |