| I got somethin to get off my chest
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| It’s alright ay; |
| cos after this, you don’t exist
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| I who have nothing, may have nothing
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| But I still got something that you don’t, you don’t
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| I who have nothing, may have nothing
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| But I’ll always have something that you won’t, you won’t
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| Ey, what’s happenin Primo, long time no hear from
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| But you’re all about bullshit and we don’t wanna hear none
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| So take your, fuckin drugs and your wannabe thugs
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| And your junkie lil' bitch from the strip club and get FUCKED
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| Still can’t believe what the fuck you did
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| Fuck my nino, no fuck you, your slutty wife and your kid
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| Just a pain in the ass, that was some pains in my neck
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| Around here, you ain’t feared you get no fuckin respect
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| So how’s it feel not to be real, Mr. Big Man with the plan
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| But the first to run when shit hits the fan, c’mon
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| Who you tryin to kid with that gangster shit?
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| Lil Primo, you can’t even be a gangster bitch
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| You must be on your own supply
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| Get some sick fuckin vatos, they done boned you dry
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| Yet on you cry, because we both know why
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| You don’t, you lie, sparks flyin like 4th of July, goodbye
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| w/ ad libs
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| Ey check this out
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| Even if I could I don’t wanna cruise the hood in Mercedes Benz
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| Rather cruise a six-three convertible
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| Hoppin down the block with all my friends
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| The ones that don’t care, whether or not I’m makin ends
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| The ones that were there and never scared and down to do it all again
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| I call you «The Great Pretender» cause your life is just pretend
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| I like the movie «Scarface» too but remember, he dies in the end
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| And you’re no Tony Montana either, you must have a fever or some shit
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| You went crazy, you’re sick, you just a dumbshit
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| Fuck it, fuck you, fuck him too
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| Fuck everyone who knows what you do, fucker is stuck with you
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| What must I do? |
| I thought your hermana was cool but fuck her too
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| And this is all because of you
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| Sad but true, talk shit about your dad
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| Boy your kid’s gonna be real fuckin glad to have a dad like you
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| Hate to see him grow up, to be a man like you
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| Or maybe I do, so he can fuck up your family too, man fuck you
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| w/ ad libs
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| I continue, to rap in the booth, guaranteed you’re gonna be havin the blues
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| Cause when someone’s havin to lose it has to be you
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| I drive the Caddy but I fuck with my baller ride
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| Wear button-ups but I don’t, pop my collar
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| I pop all lies like it’s nada in the calle, not the Range
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| It’s not the same, you went insane, you ain’t Gonzalez, changed yo' name
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| The fuckin clique you claim is lame
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| My shit is so heavy and true that you, couldn’t pick it up with a crane
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| w/ ad libs
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| And that’s familia
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| Yeah I can only tell it how I see it ese
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| Cause after this you don’t exist
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| Either you respect that or you can step back
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| Cause after this you don’t exist
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| We’ll be a riotin
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| Cause after this you don’t exist
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| The last thing I do, take care of the familia man
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| Cause after this you don’t exist
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| You can’t come back no more
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| You ain’t welcome here man
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| You brought it wrong ese |