| No holds barred
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| Still don’t give a fuck about ya’ll
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| I’m still not the nigga to fuck with busta
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| the average nigga don’t fuck with me
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| Fool a nigga in size, ain’t much none of ya’ll niggas can do with me
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| Typically speakin, i’m not what your seekin
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| Now vision the rhymes that I be keepin
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| I fuck like a mohican, ain’t drunk like them demons
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| I’m quicker then one of those puerto ricans
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| Get it off your chest
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| Don’t run on my set, i’m breakin your neck
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| If you gettin upset i’m breakin a sweat
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| Ya’ll niggas ain’t ready yet
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| I’m catching my breath, ya’ll niggas ain’t findin wind
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| I’m keepin they momma from tryin again
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| I done fucked up more niggas then Henikken
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| Fuck, i’m cute as a puppy, you smart as a guppy
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| Now how you gonna fuck me, that bitch get lucky she fucked me
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| And now that hoe can’t stop thinkin of me
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| I’m thinkin of much wealth, come tell ya how gettin fucked felt
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| Ask them niggas that know me now
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| Even them bitches will tell you i’m somthin else
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| Bitches, they like my good looks
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| But niggas can’t stand that right hook
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| They might look but they stay put
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| I done stomped more niggas than Big Foot
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| What I mean is i’m grand, you can’t fuck with this peacan man
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| You don’t know who i’am, you goin too fast, slow down Tito, damn
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| Nigga go ring the alarm
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| I came in this bitch, and i’m in the swarm
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| My niggas are already armed
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| Were turnin this bitch into Vietnam
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| Nigga go ring the alarm
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| I came in this bitch, and i’m in the swarm
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| My niggas are already armed
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| Were turnin this bitch into Desert Storm
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| I stick to the left like a thumb tack
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| I hum that to the drum track
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| No wives, tote no knifes
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| Bitch i’m sharper then a pair of Filas
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| See i’m humble, you fuckin 'em right, i’m makin 'em mumble
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| Don’t stumble, hoe I ??? |
| the seen it for your fuckin gumbo
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| When a homie compare me, but spare me i’m a rap figure
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| Please never don’t dare me, bitch I barely kept an? |
| nigga
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| I run with the real niggas, they kill, they them ill niggas
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| You best to chill niggas
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| I don’t fuck with them run-of-the-mill niggas
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| Here’s what you gonna feel nigga:
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| Heavy pressure from both sides, as the brain collides
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| I’m tellin them lip lies, I hang with hip guys
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| I split thighs, bitch don’t ask me for shit
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| You get nothin, no tighter then grip?
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| Fuck nigga, don’t bother me and try to be, and tired of me
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| Walkin out the hood with more bitches number then lottery
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| Look, I like fuckin around, but I ain’t fuckin with no fuckery
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| Luckily, none of you niggas in here ain’t cold enough to fuck with me
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| Fuck niggas can’t touch that, no ??, get the fuck back
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| Fore you find yourself achin from you ass crack to your nut sack
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| I run these hoe brand niggas from the back of the map
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| To the front of China
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| Just when you thought it was safe to back in the water
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| I’m right behind ya
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| We as one must combine to never be stopped nann man
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| Novice, servants, fiendins, demons, devils
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| Griffins, goons, raidin rebels
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| Women, wizards, warlocks, witches
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| Punk fags like bitches
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| Gold, platnium, silver, copper
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| Any kind of pussy popper gets wopped or chopped
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| When Mystikal hits that door, now watch
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| Nigga want a big cock, get popped like Hitchcock
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| When I rib shot, when I hip hop, that zip lock thats thick knot
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| Ohh, it’s goin though me, got me struttin
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| When E.F. Hutton talks everybody listens |