| What you see, ah, you ain’t seen nothing yet
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| Ah, you ain’t seen nothing, ah, you ain’t seen nothing yet, I thought I
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| Told you
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| What you see is what you get
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| And you don’t see and don’t respect
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| You must be blind and can’t detect
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| That I am from that BK set
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| Where Bible men flex big chains round necks
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| Wet late night sex, big dice game vets
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| Sweat, no threat, north, south, east, west
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| Weed gun men bet, then all run it down, it’s all good
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| I thought I told you, and your mother step in the square, I bet I fold you
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| Rhyming on timing, I shine like I’m suppose to
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| Nothing come close to son, it’s suppose to shine, I thought I told you
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| Get funky like Lucy on the bass guitar
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| Make the ladies wanna drop they pants, lose they bra
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| I guess it just comes with the life of a star
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| Fly jets out of air force base, down in Shaw
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| I know you never heard it like this before
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| Real slick when he talk, the East New York walk
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| We can Iron Mic spar, ten paces then draw
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| Raw 'caine, straight from the grain, the royal Lion King
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| Keep it raw, hit the floor, heavyweight word
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| Break a man jaw on the floor, that’s what you pay for
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| Sold eyes towards the broad, and like the mic strike
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| Thunder like the hammer of Thor, and keep it rough, sun |