| Uh, if rappers want it, they can get it
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| Flow tighter than four fat bitches sittin' in a Civic
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| My flows are unimaginable, Hannibal Lecter shit
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| Eatin' emcees for breakfast, bitch
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| Since I was born to touch the mic
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| The first time it’s been a problem
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| Your life was a mistake
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| Your pops should’ve wore a condom
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| You niggas think you hard
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| I think you better come harder (Go hard)
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| I leave rappers confused like will.i.am barber
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| Ah, fuckin' with Luda’s not a great look
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| A verse’ll make your fans unfriend you on Facebook
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| Click, my styles are goin' into labor
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| So if stars won a war, I made daddy like Darth Vader
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| And since I’m always high, it’s kind of hard to overlook me
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| For over a hundred stacks, it’s kind of hard to overbook me
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| And a whole 'nother house for my cars is on my checklist
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| Cause to fit 'em in one garage is like a nigga playin' Tetris
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| But they say patience is a virtue
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| Cause I got your bitch stayin' out way past her curfew
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| Guess I was a thief that got away with these words
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| Slangin' chickens out my whip like I been playin' Angry Birds
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| In a black Rolls Royce, Dark Knight like Batman
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| Everywhere you turn, the Ghost follows like Pac-Man
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| And I sleep with the John Dillinger
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| And always keep an eye half-open like Forest Whitaker
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| No, you boys ain’t ready for combat
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| Be more worried if I renew my Def Jam contract
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| What path is he on? |
| Opponents, I laugh and be gone
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| They handin' in the towels like they work in Bed, Bath &Beyond
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| But in the midst of all the melee
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| Y’all niggas just bitches with dicks like Sheneneh
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| Your rap styles are phony, your lines are just dead
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| And I be on them lines like a nigga just played
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| Guess I’m tryin' to say I’m advanced, you intermediate
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| You wouldn’t know the real me if your bitch Wikipedia’d it
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| Just know that I never tried to be hard
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| Probably cause Mr. Glock 40's my security guard
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| You’ll get chopped like judo
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| Gangs in my hood make you reverse
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| And change your color like the block’s playin' Uno
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| And, yes, some of my friends is still sellin' them drugs
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| But I just say they Weight Watchers like Jennifer Hud
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| They show me love
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| That’s why I’ll always stay reppin' until the death of me
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| Rappers talk shit, but ain’t nobody ever stepped to me
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| I hereby command all my fans' to inject it
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| Overdose on Red Bull in your veins if you ever slept on me
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| Yeah, my mind is sharper than a guillotine
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| All the nines extended from the knuckles of Wolverine
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| Not a X-Man, but, man, I got that X
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| I’m on my hardest, switch labels, but I still get a cheque
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| The more albums they sell, the more we all win
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| And I can be seen in thirty rocks like Alec Baldwin
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| Or watchin' CBS in a Cadillac DTS
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| I plan to reach the world, man, your plan is MetroPCS
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| I changed my music up cause I was gettin' bored
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| You may not like the way I shoot, but my points go on the board
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| My name still engrained and these books will be the outcome
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| And this one verse is harder than a lot of niggas' albums
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| Peace, fuck out of here, rewind that shit
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| Ha-ha-ha, Luda, ain’t shit changed |