| Toe to toe, I scrap with the best
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| If I spit 10 rhymes, nigga 9 gon' connect
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| If you ain’t from the 102, I respect
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| Cause I probably just forgot, I’m rolling strictly for my set (Dirt Dog)
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| Wu-Tang, man I love my set
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| Niggas coming up here cause this is where the cheese at
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| Look here, more money, more problems, my ass
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| You’s a naive cat if you still believe that, for real
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| That’s some shit to try to keep you where you at
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| All content while niggas driving Bentleys and Maybachs
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| Think I’mma laid back playa? |
| Forget it
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| First 100 G’s I see nigga I’m tryin to flip it (hell yeah)
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| And that’s some real shit, not just some lyrics
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| I got a couple open cases, not too specific
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| Niggas out here tryin to prove who’s the realest
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| It’s ok to pop shit, but come a little different
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| Don’t know why I do these things that hurt me
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| I’m strange enough to change, y’all use these tools and then pervert me
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| Deranged enough to change
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| Don’t know why I do these things that hurt me
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| I’m strange enough to change, y’all use these tools and then pervert me
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| Deranged enough to change
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| Ladies and gentleman
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| Right about now
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| Let’s get ready to rumble
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| Wild boy, cow bow, entertainer
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| Insane Purple Rainer
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| Musical genius, smoke the greenest
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| 35 trying to survive like I mean this
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| Amped up with a whole lotta watts
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| Beat bang like a whole lotta shots
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| In the gun range, strange as they come
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| Underground don-da-da number one
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| Bang this orangutan, jungle funk, trouble funk
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| Double shot vodka on the rock star drunk
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| Rock n roll songs belong to blues singers
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| So peep this song that we sing, ya
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| Young and started, but I had a talent
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| To give this pack a jump, cause I took it as a challenge
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| So older niggas gave me much as I could handle
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| Cop the eagle, started jacking with the green New Balance shit
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| Feeling clean, I was only 13
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| With the heavy starch on my Bugle Boy jeans
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| My name spelled out on my 4 finger ring
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| It was Dirt then, cause McGirt you ain’t seen
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| Don’t know why I do these things that hurt me
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| I’m strange enough to change, y’all use these tools and then pervert me
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| Deranged enough to change
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| Don’t know why I do these things that hurt me
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| I’m strange enough to change, y’all use these tools and then pervert me
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| Deranged enough to change
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| Yo, the truth hurts, I’m addicted to shit I don’t need
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| Weed, yayo, nosebleeds
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| Please don’t remind me the hoes that grind me
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| Strip club, late night, gettin' grimy
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| Freak show, panty lover
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| But I’m gettin too old for this like Danny Glover
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| Nah, bump that, gimme some more, let’s go
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| Ozzy Osbourne when I perform the flow, yo
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| I’m old school, set in my ways
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| Set blaze to the track N.A.S.A. |
| made
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| Ain’t lost my touch
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| Ride 'till the wheels fall with no clutch
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| Just stick to the script n' dip
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| Dirt and Lip getting chips like Erik Estrada
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| Coming with the silent product
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| It’s FatLip and Dirt Dog
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| And N.A.S.A. |
| for all y’all
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| Don’t know why I do these things that hurt me
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| I’m strange enough to change, y’all use these tools and then pervert me
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| Deranged enough to change
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| Don’t know why I do these things that hurt me
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| I’m strange enough to change, y’all use these tools and then pervert me
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| Deranged enough to change
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| Don’t know why I do these things that hurt me
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| I’m strange enough to change, y’all use these tools and then pervert me
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| I’m Deranged enough to change
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| Don’t know why I do these things that hurt me
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| I’m strange enough to change, y’all use these tools and then pervert me
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| Deranged enough to change
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| Don’t know why I do these things that hurt me
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| I’m strange enough to change, y’all use these tools and then pervert me
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| Deranged enough to change |