| Yo Mia. |
| I got the firest beat and I want you and Mac to bust off it.
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| So who goin first?
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| It don’t matter to me, Boo.
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| Well, we gone flip for it. |
| Call it in the air.
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| Heads.
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| Tails
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| Mac, you up first.
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| Say, KL. |
| Since I gotta go first and shit I’ma kick this shit one more time
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| For the old fake ass niggas who thought I lost it. |
| Ya heard me? |
| Check it
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| Verse One: Mac
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| Street camo
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| Cover my flesh
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| I’m one of the best in the contests
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| They steppin to Mac without a vest on they chest
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| If all you wanted was rest
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| Then I’m your Nyquil guy
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| Your night time sniffin and stuffiness
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| I kill with one shot
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| The murder murder verses
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| Quench lunatic’s thirsts
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| I get pussy from nurses
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| Comin from churches
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| The camouflage A-S-S A-S-S I-N
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| I’m deadlier with my pen
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| Then niggas with the mac 10
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| But that was back then
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| In 98 I’m strapped
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| Cuz I’m on the map
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| Ain’t afraid to bust a cap
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| And I get paid for bustin raps
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| I like them ghetto girls
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| Y’all can have them super models
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| Cuz gangsta bitches got bodies like Coke bottles
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| I get the game from my nigga V9 |
| I get the beats off the 3−9
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| Them niggas can’t see mine
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| I’m lyrically a therapist
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| A fuckin terrorist
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| Boom Boom!
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| I never miss
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| I’m on the next level
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| Chorus: repeat 2X
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| Well I’ma flip it like this
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| And I’ma rip it like that
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| And I’ma rip it like that
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| And I’ma flip it like this
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| Verse Two: Mia X
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| When the smoke clears
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| I’ma still be here nigga
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| Mic in my hand
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| Rowdy doin the rip the rapper dance
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| I set the lines behind the fallen emcees that challenge me
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| You cross my path
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| You gets flipped in my wrath
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| The aftermath left bitches quiet as fuck
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| Like when the neighbors saw the crim and the cops came up
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| I rips it up from the gut
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| Like Jack the Shanka Man
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| Chasin hoes down with the knife in his hand
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| The better man’s gone be Mama
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| And you know this nigga
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| On the top or the bottom
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| I’ma show this nigga
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| He’s goin to sleep
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| I’m too deep
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| The lady alligator
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| Stick your seven inches in the swamp
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| And I’ma fade ya
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| I made you motherfuckers recognize the south
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| For the gumbo flava comin out my mouth
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| About drama
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| Bout paper
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| Bout settin it off |
| Fuck the verbal fantasies
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| My shit is real y’all.
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| Verse Three: Mac and Mia X |