| I’m a man! |
| Step over here, I’ll give you two in your head!
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| That’s what I’m talking about
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| Now, that’s where hip-hop comes from
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| (Da-da-da-Dave-O make me a slap)
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| Dear XXL, you know I had to vote for myself
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| The one that’s causing all the ruckus and hell
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| Drop a hundred in shells
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| Niggas ain’t got a story to tell
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| We made it here without a sponsor or deal
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| Do acknowledge i’m ill
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| Who can function with the fella for real?
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| Line him up and watch his noodles get spilled
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| We ain’t new to this here
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| Independent, clearin' tickets this year
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| Shooter riding shotgun, hook a bitch in her ear
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| Yeah, I see progression when I look at the mirror
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| Look at your magazine and all the freshmens is queers
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| Cypher was dry as fuck, that ain’t something you air
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| And the politics make it unfair
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| Supposed to been on that cover
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| Look at all the trash get on that cover
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| Half these niggas suck dick undercover
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| Dear XXL, no doubt about it, yeah, the streets will prevail
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| Had a dream about the shit in my cell
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| Tired of taking them Ls
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| Collect call, fundraising for bail
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| Came from nothing, ain’t no way I can fail
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| They nominated me, mama
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| Rap niggas better not play me, mama
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| Brought the whole gang land with me momma
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| One up top in this llama
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| We causing problems for that mumbling shit
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| Autotuning, all that humming and shit
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| We don’t fuck with that shit
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| Causing problems for that mumbling and shit
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| Auto-tuning, all that humming and shit!
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| Look what I brung in this shit, nigga! |