| In the three on the deegan, we be freakin'
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| Bobbin' and weavin' my peeps sleepin'
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| Steady creepin' dippin' in the jeepin'
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| Dones be peepin', benjis we be keepin'
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| Cheddar we be spending, niggas ain’t cheapin'
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| Hip hoppin' bobbin' with the beat and
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| I’m not concieted just never been defeated
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| Test and get that ass beated
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| The wanna act like I can’t flow phatly
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| When they attack me I got skills to back me
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| Go ahead now simulate that
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| How they forget who originated that
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| Ladies and gentlemen the ruffneck is back
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| More potent than a foul vile of crack
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| I keep you open like a BM hatchback
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| While you keepin' my tape draped up in yo' knapsack
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| You comin' closer and closer, I thought I told you
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| You know that I will toast you
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| You’re not supposed to come closer and closer
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| I thought I told you, you know that I will toast you
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| Don’t come closer
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| Verse 2 (Space Nine)
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| Yo, I write my own, but-uh who’s writin' your rhymes
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| Oh you independent now 'coz you bitin' my lines
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| Listen, two flamin' bitches hide yo' claiming and sixes
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| Shines so bright can’t see us in pictures
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| Leavin' non believers in ditches
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| Those who can acchieve won’t percieve our existance
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| They need verbal assistance, check it
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| All them things you say you got, we now your makin' it up
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| To get a man in a club, you steady shakin' it up
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| See thay played my song twice 'coz they can’t get enough
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| I’d say put yourself in my shoes but they cost too much
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| Space Nine bustin' 16 bars on Lyte’s time
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| We write rhymes, y’all chicks is puppets on mic time
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| While I, chanel stars through pipe lines
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| Illuminate the sky day and night make my presence defined
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| Yo, blue Gucci sale platinum tag taped to my leg
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| Promise no threat, shine on my neck signing my cheques
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| Verse 3 (MC Lyte)
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| You can’t afford to be nasty if you ask me
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| Tryin' to pass me but can’t outlast me
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| Sweet like like nector comin' in your sector
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| Movin' in your direction, takin' over your section
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| Am I bad no question they just a fraction
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| Tryin' to get some action from the section
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| Ain’t that somethin' I got your crew jumpin' and bumpin'
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| While you talkin' nothing
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| I bring it to you with no hesitation
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| 'Coz the top is where I rest but it’s your destination
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| And I know this so I’m puttin' you on notice
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| Don’t you come too close to this
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| I got the gift to forsee the drama like they know me
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| Pullin' up slowly and tryin' to bring out the ol' me
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| But I’m brand spank comin' for your bank
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| Not nigga what you think but what you thought, and now you caught
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| Long as you live and for eternity
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| You’re only bad as Lyte the MC allows you to be
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| Not easy to sabbotage wiser than the average
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| You can jack me now and later you can peep my, catalogue
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| You gotta alphernumeric but you can’t read
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| DKNY frames but you can’t see
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| How I’m blow up like a stick of dynie and burn that hynie baby
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| C’mon I’m beggin' try me |