| Yeah
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| Wildlife, nigga
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| Fuck y’all want?
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| No kids in our muthafuckin' clan
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| It’s all grown men
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| Violations ain’t happenin'
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| (Word to Miz)
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| Yo, somebody call the cops on this nigga here
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| Seldom seen but often heard, mum’s the word
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| On the streets they call me Mush as I push up slick
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| Ride shine with Armor All, chicks all on my dick
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| Cause I’m so nonchalant about the way I move
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| I got the aerodynamics of a Benz of a Rolls
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| Brooknam representer
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| Intelligent hood, wise but half good, half sinner
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| Raised around wolves, keen eye for schemin'
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| And to plottin' mufuckas, I ain’t down for the ball
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| Toss up the challenge, fuck the profilin'
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| I’m the type to to take it there, buck shots and start wildin'
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| Broads, I get busy especially when I’m twizzy
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| Hoes outta pocket, I slave em like Kizzy
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| I’m OC, baby, what the fuck y’all thought?
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| I drive a whip with the respect and still ride a iron horse
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| Aiyo, how can I express
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| How I feel, it’s so hard to explain
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| In the right words what I feel
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| So I cuss to express what I feel
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| Deep inside, between good and evil it’s a fight
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| Yo, I whirlwind through cities, feelin' all titties
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| In the gogo spots, drinkin' about a buck fifty
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| Out comes the sinner, shortie lookin' like a winner
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| I’m diggin' deep inside my bag of tricks to get up in her
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| Smoke Fidel Cubans, ideas fumin'
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| If she could read my mind know I’m all about screwin'
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| Fuck all the drama, fuck the one-liner
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| Go get your friends and let’s freak it like Madonna
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| Undress your art forms, let’s get it on
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| Make the bed warm, pop in a porn
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| Buttnaked with my socks on, 'bout to lock horns
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| …like a 2Pac song
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| Gettin' it on from dust to dawn, night to morn
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| Why settle for corn when you can have filet mignon
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| It’s only right that I address this case, in fact
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| At this very moment I’m gettin' my dick sucked and I rap
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| Aiyo, how can I express
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| How I feel, it’s so hard to explain
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| In the right words what I feel
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| So I cuss to express what I feel
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| Deep inside, between good and evil it’s a fight
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| I feel wicked sometimes, please Lord give me strength
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| Half my soul is good, the other half is sin
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| I repent at your feet cause my spirit is weak
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| So now I lay me down to sleep
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| Yo, I pray to G-o-d cause it seem to be wise
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| And balance out like a Gemini, ain’t I fly?
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| OC, Mush, y’all, nigga, why ask why?
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| I’m like the mystery of death, son, we all gotta die
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| But before I go I’ma set my mark
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| It’s Wildlife, me and boys build and destroy
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| Make do with all the time that I got on my hands
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| Pop Dom Perrignon, spend some grands
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| Live life with my niggas instead of pullin' triggers
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| Unless I gotta do it I’ma stand and deliver
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| Exceed the limit, best feed the timid
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| Life’s a game of scrimmage, gotta be in it to win it
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| Survival of the fittest, straight from the briddicks
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| Old school like British, those who shitted
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| Let me just say for those doubtin' the kiddid
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| Fuck the non-believers and fuck all the critics
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| Aiyo, how can I express
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| How I feel, it’s so hard to explain
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| In the right words what I feel
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| So I cuss to express what I feel
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| Deep inside, between good and evil it’s a fight |