| They said I wasn’t rough, too much dough, he got an old flow
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| Every time you open your mouth you feel your elbow
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| I’ll catch a felony on top of a melody
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| Brought a family, and dough woulda been so happily
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| I’ll beat the Laker off of a clown and chop him down to size
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| Sick of all these wanna-be bad guys
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| Made loot, many g’s, bought a crib where I live
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| Told my kids — «yo, damn, that I’m a fugitive»
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| Runnin' from the streets and our beats — the sad sheets, uh
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| A sunny beach, video hoes within reach
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| Farmers Boulevard — liberty and forty is gone
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| And E ain’t put nobody on
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| When I came back to smack and give 'em a welt
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| Like belts makin' them strip and all of that
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| Punks better run for they guns
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| I’m not the one and can’t nobody rule until L’s done
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| It’s the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
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| It’s the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
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| It’s the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
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| It’s the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
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| It’s the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
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| It’s the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
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| It’s the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
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| It’s the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
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| I worked the Murphy on the mix
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| What’s wrong with these stupid lunatics playin' Jordan for a draft pick
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| I’m harder than-?find in a jar?
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| People wasn’t rippin' these records, all of y’all would get robbed
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| I’m comin' straight out the barrel with your name on my arm
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| Blowin' the hoody of your head like a home-made bomb (BOOM!!)
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| I’m big and so you figured I would relax (nah!)
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| Don’t ever sleep I’ll wake ya up with an axe
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| The Boulevard ain’t safe for my beats — drop the herb
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| Twenty times harder without a curse
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| Makin' rats flee, hardcore — and that’s me!
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| The baddest soloist in hip-hop history
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| L-L-C-to-the-O-to-the-O-L-J, so what’cha wanna know?
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| Throw ya in the MVP on your knees G
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| A crowbar in your mouth — now ask me…
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| It’s the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
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| It’s the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
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| It’s the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
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| It’s the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
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| It’s the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
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| It’s the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
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| It’s the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
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| It’s the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
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| Take it to the bridge
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| Who’s the man on the mic? |
| (the L the L)
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| Who’s the man on the mic? |
| (the L the L)
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| Who’s the man on the mic? |
| (the L the L)
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| Who’s the man on the mic? |
| (the L the L)
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| Who’s the man on the mic? |
| (the L the L)
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| Who’s the man on the mic? |
| (the L the L)
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| Who’s the man on the mic? |
| (the L the L)
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| Who’s the man on the mic?
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| My territory’s hard, I’m rollin' with one railguard
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| The microphone is my credit card
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| Blowin' your boots off, freeload — you’re too soft
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| Usin' a butcher’s knife to make your whole root call
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| I heard somebody said the skills wasn’t good
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| I’m lettin' eighty tigers loose in this neighborhood (RAH!!)
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| I pop the willies on my bike, lickin' shots
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| And laughin' everytime you sneak a weak paragraph in
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| You blowin' your mind, blunted and cocoa and time
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| Ain’t nuttin' changed, you wrote another wack rhyme
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| I’ll leave your bullet-bittled body on the curb
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| Lookin' slerve with a t-shirt — DON’T DISTURB THE HERB!!!
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| You’re the next contestant tonight
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| Come on down to my shake clown — the slice is right
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| Rip your jaw out the socket, been rockin' for years
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| Tell the troop, you’re still look with E and drop it!
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| AS I DEAF-TIFY YOUR EYE, COMPETITION TRIES TO MASS MY SIZE!
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| Buryin' the acts and your back will be rhymes and tracks
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| While you’re sleepin' like a «sleaze-stack» — BELIEVE THAT!
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| It’s the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
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| It’s the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
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| It’s the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
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| It’s the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
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| It’s the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
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| It’s the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
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| It’s the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
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| It’s the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
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| Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
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| Come on, come on, come on, come on (soul survivor), come on
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| It’s the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
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| It’s the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
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| It’s the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
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| It’s the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
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| It’s the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
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| It’s the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
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| It’s the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
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| It’s the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor) |