| You can kiss my black ass because you sucked my dick off
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| My balls are fallin out of your mouth when you cough
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| This is for the people in the business, the people in the streets
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| And most of all it’s to the wack; |
| muthafuckas with wack beats
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| Fools on the streets wish they was in my shoes
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| Cause every day they wake up, they see me on the news
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| I’m hittin number one the first week that I’m released
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| And my muthafuckin business and my bank account increase
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| Bitches ride the poke and niggas ride the sack
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| So I guess that you can say they’re both caught in the impact
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| Niggas in my neighborhood ain’t about nothin
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| The poor broke muthafuckas think I owe em something
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| But I don’t owe them shit but a what’s up for a hello
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| And ask for a job, the answer is hell no
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| Go back to the corner with your brew and be angry
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| Cause lookin at me crazy, that shit ain’t gonna change me
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| But some of them are cool, and they know who they are
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| They’re the ones who used to kick it with me when I couldn’t afford a car
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| But the others talk shit behind my back
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| The main muthafuckas always sayin they gotta rap
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| Wait to make a record like it happens overnight
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| But the rhymes are always sloppy and they’re never ever tight
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| Then they get pissed when I tell them that it’s wack
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| But Ren ain’t a pussy, so step the fuck back
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| And kiss my black ass
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| Kizz My Black Azz, Kizz My Black Azz
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| Kizz My Black Azz, Kizz My Black Azz
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| Kizz My Black Azz, Kizz My Black Azz
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| Kizz My Black Azz, Kizz My Black Azz
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| I’m tired of rappers with live instruments on the stage
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| Save the shit for parades
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| And while you’re at it, why don’t you dress like a clown
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| And draw yourself a permanent frown
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| Cause the pioneers didn’t draw bands in the blueprints
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| Because it wouldn’t make sense
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| Rappers doin this should retire
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| Niggas lookin like Earth, Wind & Fire
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| People don’t go to rap shows so they can hear a band
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| It’s like a man tryin to fuck a man
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| It defeats the whole purpose
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| It’s like a fish tryin to swim on the surface
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| A big circus, all that’s missin is a tent
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| Because the shit ain’t worth five cents
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| So a nigga like Ren’ll take a stand
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| To say a real rap artist don’t need a band
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| All you need on the stage is meat and bones
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| Save the band shit for Quincy Jones
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| And no more singin on the breaks, please
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| The shit is spreadin fast like disease
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| And for them I’ll be a cure, pure
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| You know that I know I’m sure — so I’mma trap on my lure
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| Every hypocritical muthafucka that’s suckin with the rap
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| Give him a real nigga slap — kiss my black ass
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| Kizz My Black Azz, Kizz My Black Azz
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| Kizz My Black Azz, Kizz My Black Azz
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| Kizz My Black Azz, Kizz My Black Azz
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| Kizz My Black Azz, Kizz My Black Azz
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| Kizz My Black Azz, Kizz My Black Azz
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| Kizz My Black Azz, Kizz My Black Azz
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| Kizz My Black Azz, Kizz My Black Azz
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| Kizz My Black Azz, Kizz My Black Azz
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| Now rappers in the business talk shit behind my back
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| Just because their shit ain’t sellin and people call it wack
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| But when I go to clubs, I get the utmost respect
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| Them jealous muthafuckas know I clock crazy checks
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| Sayin I wouldn’t sell if I didn’t cuss
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| But while they fuss — I’m going gold, they goin dust
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| Barely standin the light of the lime
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| Life’s a bitch with some pussy-ass rhymes
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| But they always on my dick when they see me
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| I think beneath that point, they wanna be me
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| I don’t break my neck to be in other niggas' videos
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| Standin around like hoes
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| But them other niggas gotta do it for pub
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| Because nobody recognize them in the club
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| And when they see me they wanna kick it, so people’ll stare
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| Quit swinging on my dick hairs
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| And as soon as I leave, the muthafuckas start yappin
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| Run they mouth like a bitch, better than they do rappin
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| And I don’t need a crew
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| Because a crew can’t do shit that a real nigga can’t do
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| So to all y’all niggas that’s down with a crew
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| How does it feel to be number two?
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| Kissin another nigga’s ass so you can slick sign a autograph
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| And move people out his path
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| And that’s the reason I’mma diss you
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| Stuff your mouth with tissue
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| And kiss my black ass
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| Kizz My Black Azz, Kizz My Black Azz
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| Kizz My Black Azz, Kizz My Black Azz
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| Kizz My Black Azz, Kizz My Black Azz
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| Kizz My Black Azz, Kizz My Black Azz
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| You can Kizz My Black Azz
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