| The way i rhyme sometimes, is reflect my style
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| When i speak to hoes, yo i always be foul
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| Ask em do they suck dick, can they ride me wild
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| Here’s the day, sit down, lay down, joe brown
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| Here go the low down
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| Niggas just need to slow down
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| Melvin what! |
| yo from as good as it gets
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| Ya know now, need to slow down, nigga hold down
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| Flip from larry, ya know i hail with my marry
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| Holla when you hear me, respect me or fear me Love me or hate me, but you gotta just hear me Listen to superthug, listen to sometimes
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| Listen to halfbaked, and listen when thugs rhyme
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| I aint the best yet, but i’m next in line
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| It’s like rhyme and reason, but my reason at rhyme
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| It’s like rhyme and reason, but my reason at rhyme
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| It’s like rhyme and reason, but my reason at rhyme
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| I’m just a hustla doin what the hustla’s do
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| I’m just a hustla hustlin with my hustlin crew
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| I just hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle
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| Verse 2: noreaga
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| Yo, i buy twenty for ten dollars, sell it for thirty
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| Take that thirty dollars and i just buy four grams
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| Take that two grand, take like four of my mans
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| Go down to main street then wastelands
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| Whut up, china man, china man, need some coke?
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| His girl do the wild thing like she know tone loc
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| She be shakin her ass and love to smoke
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| Let her hit the weed, yo hit the weed
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| Let her hit the weed til she ready to go
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| I roll a philly skinny, and you know i got plenty
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| Conservitive thug like i’m holdin a penny
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| Jenny craig or jenny jones but bitch it’s jenny
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| I’m like nore springer, no ring on my finger
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| In and out of cells like a bell ringer
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| I’m like hip hop yall niggas is rap singers
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| And i hate yall you get the middle finger
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| Verse 3: maze
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| Yo yo, now when my pen glow, there’s no stoppin my zone
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| And while yall niggas clone, everything i’m spittin is shown
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| In my life even now and before
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| I did us all, the crystal ball in front of me say stay hungry and raw
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| I pop everything three’s, from my shell to my bottoms
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| I’m aware, when you shinin niggas watch you
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| I walk these?? |
| conple? |
| stones alone shit is hostile
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| Apostle in this grown and known from my eyes view
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| Verse 4: musolini
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| Comin out the hood, we aint have to many choices to live
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| Niggas hustled tryin to duck bids we learned as kids
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| How to sell drugs, cook grams, and get dubs young thug
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| Snake niggas aint got no love
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| The same way i pump packs
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| The same way i spit on these cats
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| The same way it reflect in my raps
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| Let the dro blow, holdin the fo fo, like big kickin in the doe yo Find me with maze on doe low! |