| Yeah mothafuckas
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| NATAS in the mothafuckin house
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| What you knew about this, fools?
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| Y’all mothafuckas better back the fuck up
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| And get my mothafuckin dick out yo mouth
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| If you don’t know me by now
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| You may never know me
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| And you should know by now
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| You could never hold me
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| Life ain’t a joke, life ain’t the soaps
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| I hate to kill ya hopes
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| But my dick ain’t a mothafuckin rope
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| It’ll choke though
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| It’ll choke ya hoe, bro
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| In and out her throat like so
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| Like a yo-yo
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| Then I dip it, shove it in yo mouth
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| You love it in yo mouth, nigga
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| This is my house, get out, nigga
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| I rock it deadly 'til ya dead
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| Mastamind ain’t frontin'
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| He’s huntin for ya head
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| Watch if you choose to use my name in vain
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| You can’t get in front of a headhunta
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| You’ll never gain
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| Put my name on your tongue too many times, uh
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| I might surprise ya
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| Come up from behind ya
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| Shut the fuck up
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| What the fuck’s up?
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| What it is?
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| Here he is, it’s time for me to take you out your miz
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| You’re livin by the tabloid tales
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| I heard you say the N-A-T-A-S can’t avoid Hell
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| Even if we wanted to, that’s some shit I already knew
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| So I say «fuck you»
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| Don’t ask me who I pray to
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| All you need to know is when my show comes
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| As I rock it deadly you might drop dead at my show, son
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| Keep all that bullshit hushed
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| 'Cause you dont know what ya talkin bout
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| Get my dick out yo mouth…
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| Yeah, mothafuckas
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| Get my dick out yo mouth
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| And stay true to ya mothafuckin city |