| My niggas, how we do it? |
| You know it like a poet, baby doll
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| Break through it, you know it like a poet, baby doll
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| I spit, chew it, you know it like a poet, baby doll
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| Get in the music, you know it like a poet, baby doll
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| If you don’t know, you better, ask somebody who I be
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| On land, air, or sea, I don’t need No I. D
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| Once again, let’s get under their skins like I.V.'s
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| Or Roman numerals fours (IV's) who we doin' the score
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| I got a shoe in the door, nothin' new anymore
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| Ya’ll got love for me? |
| I got love for you and yours
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| Tical Part 0, my friend, rappers is fightin'
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| Like Tyson, when nothin' else work y’all start bitin'
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| My shit, and his shit, I’m hopin' it end
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| I live my life like a lotto ticket, hopin' it win
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| Purple haze got me chokin' again, open again
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| I’m what’s crackin', like your mamma smokin' again
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| If you see a model, then you might see me follow
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| Rubbin' her thighs like Aladdin rub the Genie bottle
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| Back for another swallow, Method, you know my motto:
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| «Ya'll might just win today, but I’ll be back tomorrow»
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| Ya’ll tryin' to get me started
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| Who on the short yellow bus tryin' to get retarded?
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| Kid don’t be the artist, formerly known as artist
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| Jump off a skyscraper, the roof who hit the hardest
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| Where the bastards at and where they habitats?
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| I send they asses back to foldin' sweaters at the Gap
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| I like Nikes, food spicy, I’m a Pisces
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| That’s why women love me and any nigga that’s like me
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| Thoroughbread, I’m with gettin' this dough instead
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| Need a ho, like I need another hole in the head
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| Lord help me, I’m crackin' the safe, pocket like 'Face
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| Mighty Healthy, you know I’m the shit, soon as you smelt me
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| For what it’s worth, the early bird sit at the table and eat first
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| My niggas need work, mami buggin', rippin' my t-shirt
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| We can kick it until our feet hurt
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| Mothers warn your daughters 'bout this tall drink of water
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| Spoiler, waiter give her anything she order on the menu
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| Method Man, live at your venue
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| Smokin' it, jumpin' off the dick, like he mental
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| Kid, I got a murder rap, and my head is simple
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| Open up the pussy, put the lead in the pencils
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| And people sayin' Wu gon' break up, ya’ll
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| We got y’all numbers, it’s time ya’ll got your wake up calls, and. |