| My thoughts are thundering, tumbling
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| Sons of bitches, switches, from yelling to mumbling
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| You ain’t a pal of me, my family ties but not with Mallory
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| My analogy ain’t for salary as I roll reality through galaxies
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| Four centuries, it’s sent to me with the scent of weed
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| With a chain representing penitentiaries
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| From Roman town to Bordentown
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| From Newark to Illtown
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| And all you know from
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| Lifers, Rikers to Folsom
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| Wasn’t driving to fast, I was flying to low
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| You think I’m rocking too quick, I think you’re listening too slow
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| I’m abrupting construction a pumping assumption
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| You diss while your family say I’m the best shit since fucking
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| Struckin behind an obstruction or turning something of nothing from
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| Poor shit to more shit as I rip in every function
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| Funking it up, pumping it up, chumping the ducks
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| Looking to hump Ms. Junk in the Trunk, pump pump me up
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| Jersey niggas are the craziest
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| New York niggas are the craziest
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| DC niggas are the craziest
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| Philly niggas are the craziest
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| LA niggas are the craziest
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| Chi town niggas are the craziest
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| Texas niggas are the craziest
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| Utah niggas are the craziest
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| Verse 2: Vin Rock
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| My lyrics be laced with 40 ounces of funk and stuff
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| You get rushed, you get bust, you call yourself callin my bluff,
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| enough’s enough — I’m puttin it down on the real end
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| This one goes out to all the people who be questioning
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| My skills. |
| Niggas I been rockin since lee twillz
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| And we feel that we build careers of steel
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| So all the rest come up and test but only stress is what you’ll find thinking
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| Vinnie don’t write and Vinnie can’t rhyme Shrinkin
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| The sleepin MC I eat like good 'n' plenty
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| Lyrically spankin ya that’s why they call me Uncle Vinnie
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| And oh yes, I just appeal to the masses
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| Young to old folks, the upper, lower, middle classes
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| They don’t begin wit no lying professor
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| They begin when Vin pick up the pen and pad up off the dresser
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| Lest a man should ever challenge the clan
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| With thirteen years experience of rippin mics put in our hands
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| Detroit niggas are the craziest
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| Miami niggas are the craziest
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| Little Rock niggas are the craziest
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| Oak Town niggas are the craziest
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| Verse 3: Treach
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| I got barbarians to bogard me in
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| At a club that barred me when
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| A broad got thrown like barbarnigan born again, thrown aboard
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| A brim is broke to the back I brawl and band from brains ta balls
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| Da boots word ta-burr-bam-boo break the loot
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| Blowing up brain cells BOOM like Beirut
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| Assume the same suit, fuck that fly shit wit the flavor ca shi
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| Gives last name ain’t Suzuki but still my sidekick
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| Whip that hide quick if ya slide quick, blood clot ya Blood clique
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| You ain’t rolling if our tape ain’t what ya ride wit
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| Niggas snipe shit so I’m on a knife tip
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| Like the youngsters 'bout ta take you on some hip-hop ride shit
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| If you ain’t jumpin then don’t pump it
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| I’m hittin Jermaine in Atlanta cos he owe me loot for that jump shit
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| Fuck astronauts I rock it
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| And from now on if you bite my style when I see you, I’m in your pockets
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| Cleveland niggas are the craziest
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| Virginia niggas are the craziest
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| Kentucky niggas are the craziest
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| St. Louis niggas are the craziest
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| Atlanta niggas are the craziest
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| Maryland niggas are the craziest
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| San Diego niggas are the craziest
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| Seattle niggas are the craziest
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| Boston niggas are the craziest
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| Illtown niggas are the craziest
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| Zoo Crew niggas are the craziest
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| Jersey City niggas are the craziest
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| All my Newark niggas are the craziest |