| Where the party at
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| Let a mothafucka in
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| Never mind all the questions
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| And where the fuck I been
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| Fools in the back with their 45 gat
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| Trippin off the Little
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| When they hear the Little rap
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| Mr. Lil One be the one
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| All up in the vangs
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| I remain to be the one
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| Puttin shame up in your game
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| I explain it in a phrase
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| Show you all the many ways
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| See my rhymes are like krimes
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| But these rhymes of mine pays
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| I’ma stay up at the top
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| Puttin down for your block
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| And I’m even gettin props
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| From your moms and your pops
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| Clever like a fox
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| Got my vision on your moves
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| Many fools many clues
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| Need to learn how to lose
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| I refuse to be the one all up in the middle
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| And every where I got I hear em say
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| What’s up Little
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| Evil like red and scary like dead
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| And everybody knows
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| Cause they heard it once said
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| I remember back growin up
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| Fools tried to gank me
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| Foes tried to shank me
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| And many tried to trap me
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| Now they comin at me
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| I laugh when they thank me
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| See all you mothafuckas
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| Know what my rank be
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| Analyze you dispise you
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| The lies you attempted to feed
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| But you couldn’t read me
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| You’re green like the weed me
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| You mothafuckas need me
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| Ever since I was brakin them laws
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| Hittin up walls in juvenile hall
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| Lost caught up in the system
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| I dissed em
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| Everyone knows that your life is a target
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| I fired and gored it I finished what you started
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| Reguarded the hardest
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| Even though I was the smallest
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| Lil One’s loks what you call this
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| Youngsta never been a buster
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| Learned on my own
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| An arm in an arm never trust her so
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| Everybody wanna know if Lil really
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| Everybody wanna know what the dilly
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| Show you how I do every thing that I do
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| Sit and reminise evil thoughts about you
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| And you know this |