| boom bash, wake up, I set it off right
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| look around and turn your wet dream to fright night
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| you can call me r&b homeys, which stands for rough brother
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| word to my grandmother
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| I buck you in the head just to let ya know
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| stick you for ya dough, spit on the flo'
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| drag it out of ya, bring it on
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| I smack him back down, yo dope word is bond
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| I know you want a piece of the ch&
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| but you roll too weak, you couldn’t make it in my c&
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| you thought I went for the flip
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| but I’m bustin’off hip-hop clip after clip
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| I kept you out there, ripped you for your wear
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| jump inside your video, bust you with a chair
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| smack slap smack slap smack slap smack
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| just to make it worse and hurt your pride I’ll run it back
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| smack slap smack slap smack slap smack
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| click click boom, stop dead in your tracks
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| stick the steel in your mouth
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| buck buck buck buck buck, lights out
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| (I'm comin')
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| How ya comin’baby?
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| (I'm comin')
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| this is how I’m comin'
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| the album that I’m comin’with is rough, the flavor’s mean
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| (ooooh) kickin’you for real in the guillatine
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| fourteen shots to your dome kid
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| I’m doin’time in the game like a bid
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| movin’rhymes like a package
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| so stigetty step up and get your nostrils damaged
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| shootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of that
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| and then some, dead dead dead, one by one
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| never step to a real man
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| 'cause your rhymes only work on a playground program
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| they impress your little friends, bring you a little ends
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| but you still you gotta ride in your mans benz
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| word to hip-hop, I’m a blast ya gotta set you on fire 'cause I gassed ya boom, blow, Batman, bang, pow
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| unh (what) unh (what), that’s the way it’s goin’down
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| my new album ain’t no joke
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| you wanna take me out, how many bunch ya smoke?
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| I’ll never slack again, I’m off the job like the mob
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| hey, no prob', many solved, on the knob, make 'em soft drob
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| what you gotta deal with is real, made of steel
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| you can feel it comin', burnin', buildin', flowin’like an eel
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| movin', killin', breakin', servin’you just like a meal
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| take off your clothes and taste the steel
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| check baby
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| rockabye baby on the roof top
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| open up your mouth and taste my gallot
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| when your jaw breaks your gold teeth will fall
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| down will come the monkey, bannana clip and all
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| splat (buck buck buck) it’s all over wit'
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| another plan O.D.'ed over my war hit
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| the way I’m workin’and jerkin’and hurtin’brothers converted
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| non-beleivers get murdered, 'cause I waffle birded
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| get your face out the bill, catch the thrill
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| carry a nine put your hootchies on the bill
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| the thought of you gettin’scared turns me on like my first telivision with my backup tip hard
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| so where’s your mouth kid? |
| where’s your heart shorty?
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| it’s all over, cash your chips in, crack a forty
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| you look thirsty, you ain’t gettin’no mercy mercy
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| and ain’t no way that you can rehearse for me murder I wrote, murder I wrote, is what I figure
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| it’s in my tote, it’s in my tote, so I pull the trigger
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| put up your women, your crib, your speakers
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| your dog, your cat, your crate, your speakers
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| your sister, your aunt, your crew, your Knicks
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| got 'em booin’all you mother rappers who think that’s too tough
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| bam bam, here’s a hit you wish you had
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| a hit that makes you mad, a hit that makes you slap your dad
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| dead dead dead, kill dead, kill dead
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| try to battle me I gots to buck you in your head
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| I pull your file, click
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| I know you’re good to style, blow
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| livin’wild, when it’s come to this I never smile
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| what did you learn from the lesson I just gave ya?
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| obey your momma, be on your best behavior
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| it’s never endin’and I am recommendin'
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| you put your name as Brendan
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| I see y’all that is blendin'
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| the message that I’m sendin'
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| is there ain’t no pretendin'
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| get in the trunk, buy the album, here I’m endin'
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| this is how I’m comin'
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| how ya comin’baby? |