| Straight up weed, no angel dust
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| They label us «notorious»
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| My my they’re breathing oxygen
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| From so much smoke need oxygen
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| Hey y’all, back here to break y’all off
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| When I ride like Akon and Jeezy, look on the TV
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| I ain’t Nicholas when I face off
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| AR make a nigga go AWOL
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| Believe me, yall don’t wanna see me
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| I be on board like Luigi
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| I stay alive like a Bee Gee
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| 3D, not gonna go hard
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| When I just pop from the Mohawk
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| Slick talk I gotta get a whole walk
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| She like Batman, think he a know it all
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| Get slapped like Nikolai Volkoff
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| Cuz I’m like Hugh Hefner when the robe off
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| Bitch I’m just younger
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| With the pretty cucumber
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| Like Biz I’mma go up
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| Nigga like me cock the hammer
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| Til my block demand a new boss I’mma stand up
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| I just juice like Tropicana
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| And give up my grandma for some rhymes like Electra
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| DT’s when I pop the 10
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| It’s cuz I’m bananas, just giving you a heads up
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| Boy I’m sick, I don’t need a checkup
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| ‘Cause I’m on your mind when you air walk
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| My my they’re breathing oxygen
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| From so much smoke need oxygen
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| Straight up, leave no angel dust
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| Label us notorious
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| Eyes low, bossed up like the MG
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| Rolled looking outsides like young Z
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| I don’t like them broads, they can run free
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| Why pay for the pussy when it come free
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| I ain’t playin with yo pussy, wanna come see?
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| 4−5, black inners in the Humvee
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| Keep these rap niggas under my wing
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| It’s an underground thing, shout to Pimp C and Bun B
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| Smoked that ever since snoop it
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| Since then I ain’t felt y’all using
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| I’m a pain in the ass, I’m a nusaince
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| Not poppin off til you hear my true sense
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| Two thoughts sittin in the new Porsche
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| New face, we chase at a new court
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| Got the hoes from the stable like Too $hort
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| Got the O’s on the table by the new book
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| Got the gran' coup sittin by the notebook
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| Old jams, bump for the all group
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| Backwood to the group when you smoke kush
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| And my blood Obama, it ain’t no Bush
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| Chew my weed like president, no trash
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| Back it up, move it out, better go fast
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| One forth QBs and a old half
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| Niggas know what it is but I won’t pass
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| Yo, I’m the king of the kush and I gets no higher
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| More smoke in this room than a full long fire
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| Niggas talkin shit but your board game tired
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| Next dude try the shit, get your jaw rewired
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| Niggas beat your bubble with they urban flows
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| But I’mma murder this, shoot it 'til the curtain close
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| I rep Brick City 'til I die
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| Notorious, motherfucker, like I’m B.I.G
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| Visions is you really wanna doubt
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| You can lean to the south, put yo' mouth on my tip
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| See it’s quite evil, you can’t see my team
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| Nobody quite do it like I did
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| Bitch, you claim of the name and I’m better than most
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| Still razor sharp quote to competitors' throats
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| Call it assault how I fuck up the beat
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| And ain’t any other rapper here fuckin' with me
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| Now check the codename is Mr. Die
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| See these niggas can’t touch me, gotta stay more calm
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| I’m a beast, I destroy any beats on my path
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| I mention the deceits, come and whip em in half
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| See they don’t know that my words don’t play
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| And how they put together just to murder my prey
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| Alright alright alright, these bitch ass niggas gon' know today |