| Yeah
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| Trice
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| Statik Selektah
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| O back around the corner
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| Got the crack, put in your orders
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| We 'bout to run up out the stores
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| It’s notorious, the way I got big spitting stories
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| Being me’s X-Clan, Vanglorious
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| We’re not your favorite, fuck it You know the system and you buck it Have you revisiting how you used to love it A nigga spew through the music, acoustics, cool kid
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| Used to pursue excuses, truth is, I was truent in school
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| So its influence is foolish, that was my views
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| I’m back at it, the rap addict, by any means
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| We gon get these stacks accurate, no skinny jeans
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| Say he ain’t a star, niggas might be right
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| I’m so regular, nigga gotta shit tonight
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| Take it back Selektah, let ‘em know it’s Trice
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| Put your seatbelts on, we gon' ride tonight
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| And I would like to introduce myse-self
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| Surprise! |
| Hi, it’s Ike
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| ‘Bout to get my Ike on, I come with a life supply
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| Of wife beaters and my Nikes on And a white tee over that Iron Mike
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| Lookin' fly tonight, feel like I might die from a spider bite
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| Come back as Spider-Man, Park my Peter inside a dyke
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| Bitch actin' like she got fuckin' higher standards than Meijer’s, right
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| Had to pry her fingers off the motherfuckin' Breyer’s ice cream
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| With the pliers, like «AAHHH!»
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| Only a ruthless bastard would do this
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| Take a toothles bitch with no taste buds to Ruth Chris
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| Give her toothpicks, stop on the way home
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| Pick up two Big Bufords
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| Girl, you got a nice pair, but you’re plum stupid!
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| So when I pull up in that Benz
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| Don’t try to pretend you ain’t interested
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| To impress your stupid ass friends
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| And refuse to get in woman, and get slammed on the ground
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| And snap like a pool stick against cement
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| If you suck of dick, pretend it’s a musical instrument
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| You get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
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| I can tell at first glance you’re a ho Cause your pants are so tight
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| When you dance with O. Trice, your implants explode
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| So cold to dykes, the chance is snow in San Francisco
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| Boy I’m from Detroit city, you livin' in animosity
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| That’s a fucked up state to be in, such an atrocity
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| Look where these random thoughts get me In senseless mind babble, «What me? |
| Apologize? |
| labrbrr»
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| That’s just the way the rhyme unravels
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| And I wouldn’t fucking take it back if I time traveled!
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| Just call me Richard (Richard)
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| 'Cause I’m a dick (dick)…
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| It’s also Richard 'cause I feel that you should pry your fucking mouth out off
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| of it (it)…
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| I said just call me Richard (Richard)…
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| 'Cause I’m a dick (dick)…
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| You ain’t gotta be no detective to figure out I’m a dick
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| When i hold my private its the first clue, Sherlock, PRICK!
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| Just call me Richard…
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| That’s my motives, jumpin' out them Rovers
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| All white, like I was right up in the Dakotas
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| Or Minnesota, did I mention soda?
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| When it’s mixed with viola, watch my cup runneth over
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| Cut from a soldier
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| Them ho niggas disposable toaster
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| Putting holes in a nigga getting close enough
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| Being me till the credits roll
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| Till my condition is beyond what the medics know
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| They wanna edit O Like a prosthetic third leg let it go This is Shady 1.0 Em let ‘em know
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| I still profit through the process
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| The prize in my jeans my balls’ll never digress
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| I’m a dick that I brag about
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| I put it in fast and then I drag it out
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| World, I be your special friend see
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| Cause these suckas suffer from pseudo penis envy (envy)
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| So…
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| Just call me Richard (Richard)
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| 'Cause I’m a dick (dick)…
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| It’s also Richard 'cause I feel that you should pry your fucking mouth out off
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| of it (it)…
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| I said just call me Richard (Richard)…
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| 'Cause I’m a dick (dick)…
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| You ain’t gotta be no detective to figure out im a dick
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| When i hold my private its the first clue, Sherlock, PRICK!
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| Just call me Richard… |