| Bussa Bus'
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| One seven
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| Rap God
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| Notorious
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| My warriors
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| Be glorious
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| Twenty-eight, Twenty two, now stories up
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| So keep my dick up out your mouth don’t be twisting the story up
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| I’m from Chiraq but caught my first body up in Peoria
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| Hit you with no delaying
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| So what you saying ho
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| All my lyrics is groundbreaking that Super Saiyan flow
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| Yeah my 40 count bang mo
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| That pops off of Wayans bros
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| Wet up shit like the rain though
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| This what we trained for
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| I am off of the chain hoe
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| Call me Django
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| Rap God or the dang GOAT both in the same boat
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| On these tracks I’m Usian Bolt
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| Nothing has came close
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| This is what I get payed for
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| Dropping grenades hoe
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| Just bought broski a Draco
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| I give him the say-so
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| Black mask like he Space Ghost
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| Try me like Dej Loaf
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| I ain’t gotta call my hittas up I’ll come and get rid of you
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| Smiling looking sinister
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| Pull up in somethin' tinted up
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| Body you and then I lay low like Forest Whitaker
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| Then go up and lift my brothers and sisters like I’m the minister
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| I ain’t perfect with my kids if I ain’t working
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| I encourage higher learning I’m teaching through fire verses
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| Till the day he lie in hearses
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| I’m fighting the lying serpent
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| Ride and lurking
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| Hit you pussies make sure you don’t die a virgin
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| Johnny told you
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| Tie your burner
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| I’m fancy like writing cursive
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| Rap God I’m way to real to have someone to write my verses
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| Dangerous
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| You know this ain’t a game to us
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| My bang will bust
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| These bullets hit your brains and guts
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| Get changed to dust
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| Ain’t no one else to blame but us
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| You strange to us
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| Fu niggas cannot hang with us
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| You lame to us
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| These other rappers plain to us
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| My labels tough
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| Like KD back with James and Russ
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| Word to my mother I’m
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| Eating like supper time
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| I come from trouble times
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| I knew the sun would shine
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| I’m hot like summertime
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| Dreaded like Busta Rhymes
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| My girl so fucking fine
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| Mo' cake than Duncan Hines
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| They said Hip-Hop was dead
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| But I came just in time
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| My bars hold hella weight
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| Bitch I’m just pumping iron
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| This is serious
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| These fuck niggas on my dick and they fear me cause
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| I made them bleed like a bitch on her period
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| Banana clips for you monkeys if you curious
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| This is that part of chess
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| I got you all in check
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| They thought I wouldn’t make it
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| I made them all regret
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| I ball so fucking hard
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| The ref might call a tech
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| Might hit them all and flex
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| My sons and my daughter fresh
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| I’ll never sell my soul
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| Bitch I won’t fall for that
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| You can’t get me to change
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| You got to call collect
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| Nike just like me my nigga I am a walking check
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| I’m more than blessed and more calculated than architects
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| I’m who they call the best
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| Flew from a falling nest
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| If I feel y’all a threat
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| We outside of y’all address
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| You don' f’d up all black we dressed up
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| Put a clip up to his head give that boy a fresh cut
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| Driving dirty with no Ls I was living reckless
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| Swerving serving pounds just to get my check up
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| Had 20 on my wrist 20 on my necklace
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| Balled every time you see me just like Uncle Fester
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| I ran into the law man that shit was messed up
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| Never fold under pressure mother fuck them questions
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| Your niggas harmless; |
| mine dangerous like Coolio
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| Don’t get nailed with this hammer I stay with the tooly, yo
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| I be strapped at every show even strapped at the studio
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| Just know that when you see these clips you ain’t watching no movie though
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| No I don’t give a fuck who we run with or who we know
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| I bet I leave them in the pass give it to them like Rubio
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| Aw shit he catching bullets like Julio
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| I got green in my pants you just hating like Rufio
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| For acting funny like Chris Rock I’ll smoke them like pookie, hoe
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| I got powers like a monster and I’m saucing I’m groovy, hoe
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| And I’ve been rocking Bandannas since Weezy and Juve hoe
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| And my belt and shoes Louie my glasses is Gucci though
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| When you hustling watch for rats man the shit gets spooky though
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| You got to get it then get out I learned that from the movie Blow
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| Squad! |