| You heard it, you want it, you got it, it’s crazy
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| You play it, you bump it, you know it, it’s crazy
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| Hate if you wanna, that don’t phase me
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| I ain’t going nowhere right now…
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| It’s the fo' pound bandit
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| The coke hand to hand, and he Detroit bredded
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| Goddanmit O Trice’s back
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| And Oh, they so adamant I’m still at it
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| You should see the grill on a faggot if only looks could kill
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| But O is so accurate over this Mathers track
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| It’s never inadequate I swear these haters need to chill
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| It’s SO automatic that he is above average
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| Jesus of Nazareth’s reached his soul and so
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| He is a talent that has managed to mechanically use a pen and a pad and the
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| alphabet to get ahead
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| Niggas mad cuz he single handledly getting this bread
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| Bitches is in his bed, bullet still in his head
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| I’m back, fully loaded I’m ready to let off lead
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| Metal is heavy and I’m ready to let it all rip
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| The return of the vigilante on that big party and bullshit
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| You dig? |
| The kid’s back you biatch
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| You heard it, you want it, you got it, it’s crazy
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| You play it, you bump it, you know it, it’s crazy
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| Hate if you wanna, that don’t phase me
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| I ain’t going nowhere right now…
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| I don’t suffer the whispers of these envious niggas
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| Mad cuz his nuts not in my denim
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| Wanna be him so much they send slugs to kill him
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| And keep it on the hush not to become a victim
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| Vicious, niggas I rid them
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| I spit, piss on the statistics on that bullshit
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| I pull up muzzle yell, send the bezel berg back to here
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| I’mma thug, I’mma clap him till he fail and he fall
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| I’mma ball, I’m a beast, I’m the streets
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| I’m the reason you a broad, I’mma boss, I’m me
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| Obie bout that change, get rich fast
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| The Claude Van Damme of the game: Kick ass
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| Trapped until a nigg get out of 'Caine
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| And bounce back like whiplashes
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| And dump my cigar ashes on you asses
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| It’s still Trice and Mathers all that matters
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| Call that other madness, past us
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| This is passion
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| You heard it, you want it, you got it, it’s crazy
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| You play it, you bump it, you know it, it’s crazy
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| Hate if you wanna, that don’t phase me
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| I ain’t going nowhere right now…
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| My feet up, I read up
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| Read up on a MC who fordid, a overachiever
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| My Visa tease them in that villa overseas in that B1W with mamacita
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| G’d up, Jesus my cheese keep reaching up
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| Planted the seed and then it beamed up
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| The bean stalk being tall
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| Now I’m balling on these motherfucking peanuts
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| Huh, the demons wanna deliver me
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| Wanna deem him less than enemy but O too slippery
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| But back on you faggots nigga ain’t no sympathy
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| I don’t fuck with you actors I do mine differently
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| Trice made history, now all these fake niggas wanna mention me
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| Couldn’t wait till I break in this with my entity
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| It don’t even interest me, I’mma keep my energy spitting
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| Obie is in this to win this and that’s the ending
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| You heard it, you want it, you got it, it’s crazy
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| You play it, you bump it, you know it, it’s crazy
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| Hate if you wanna, that don’t phase me
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| I ain’t going nowhere right now… |