| Hit em' with a brick, hit em' with a bat
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| Hit em' with a brick, hit em' with a bat
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| Smash a little prick, hurt a little prat, when I
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| Hit em' with a brick or hit em' with a bat
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| Hit em' with a brick, hit em' with a bat
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| Hit em' with a brick, hit em' with a bat
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| Smash a little prick, hurt a little prat, when I
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| Hit em' with a brick or hit em' with a bat
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| From da off from the get go
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| Yo, could take their best shot, cos their best flow
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| Slow, them niggas, they want chat like they kept up
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| No, there’s only one boss to a next up pro
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| O Kiddi K, yo, did he say, that
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| Did he make, dough, from a sprayed, rap
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| Oh yeah, giggidy, and your bae got spanked
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| Said she went home, but she came to the flat
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| She got her own mind, it’s as snakey as that
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| But don’t mind, she’ll catch an 8 to the back
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| It’s all a matter of time, before I conquer the map
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| They playing conkers wid me, I cause the conker to crack
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| You see, I’m nice wid my C’s, so I can afford a masseuse
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| She says she senses my chi and suggested subtle cahoots
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| Criminal, considering she wouldn’t fuck if she knew
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| I’m planning world domination while she ucking the oo
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| Truss its the truth, fuck, what’s a brother to do?
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| Them man are plugging, unplugging, then plugging the food
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| It’s like they like it, trus so when they run to the loo
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| It’s got me thinking they’re enjoying trying to hide what they do
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| It’s kinda worrying them man are out there lying to youts
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| So I’m tying my shoes, and kicking them for trying to tune
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| Bruh, if you was that good you’d have a Fire in the Booth
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| You better settle down boy, you got some climbing to do
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| You lickle pussy, you man do what Simon would do
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| You wait for commands, never try inspiring youths
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| Whereas G’s affect the culture when they rhyme in the booth
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| We vibrant and rude, that’s why the fandom like what we do
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| Right on the route, then man have got some driving to do
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| Them man are plugging, unplugging, then plugging the food
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| Yeah they repeat it, hope you know it’s something that’s true
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| So far in this tune I’ve just been rhyming like you
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| But wait
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| Look at the way that I fuck up the game, I’m
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| The pick of the pack in the place, you’re in a predicament
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| Talking and ticking, the ting thats about to go off in your face
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| No ticka or tacka is hitting the back of the net
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| I’m a Balotelli you’re a bum
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| The Diaz Brothers are bums
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| I’m Connor conjuring sums
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| The sicker the rapper, intricar the pattern, the bigger the badder the bar
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| The bigger the badder the cheque
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| The bigger the badder the yard
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| The quicker the radder the car the thicker the back on the brass
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| The pickier mandem become
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| The bigger, the badder the beast
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| The bigger the brighter the star
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| My brudda I’m ready for war, you know but wait
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| Man ain’t fucking about with no alternate occupation
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| Figure the way I came and fucked the game with no procrastination
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| Did it and ducked wid minimal fuss
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| It’s evident that we’re not on the same shit
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| Mana be talking a bag of the bull
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| And a bag of the bull never something I’m taking
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| Anaphylactic shock, for gal-dem
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| Gal-dem suck deez nuts
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| But mandem are telling me G keep up with mandem like
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| Eminem. |
| MF and Buss
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| In fact I’m a problem for all of them man, ya know
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| I’m a problem for all of the dons, run em along
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| Ca Wizzy be here
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| And Wizzy be strong
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| So what is it tsst
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| Oi what is it ON
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| Ca man got bars for them
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| To cart a Cartier ain’t hard for them, so I can’t laugh until I’m ballin' harder
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| Than, regatta men, they laughing now I’m catching up wid all a dem
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| They’re all offended, all astounded how the kid surpassing em
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| But wait
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| Man ain’t fucking about with no alternate dumb suggestion
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| Figure the way I showed that pussyho' my crazy punch selection
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| Dipping and ducking, minimal fuss
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| A swift uppercut, it’s something you’re getting
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| Mandem be talking a bag of the bull, and the mandem that chat it can’t sit in
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| our setting
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| Wait, you ain’t moving weight, and you ain’t pushing weight
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| So why you in my face? |
| Getting all up in my space?
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| Know some young niggas, and they like to swang
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| So I hit them wid the swing, like
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| Sway, look him in the face, who’s he trying to be?
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| Who’s he trying to copy? |
| Better not be me
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| Slap him in the cheek, take a couple tooth
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| The little neek will get a little bit of
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| This, a little bit of that
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| So when I hear the shit, the smelly kind of chat
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| I tell him how it is, and yeah they might react
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| So I hit em' with a brick, or hit em' with a bat
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| A little bit of this, a little bit of that
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| So when I hear the shit, the smelly kind of chat
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| I tell him how it is, and yeah they might react
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| So I hit em' with a brick, or hit em' with a bat
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| Hit em' with a brick, hit em' with a bat
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| Hit em' with a brick, hit em' with a bat
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| Smash a little prick, hurt a little prat, when I
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| Hit em' with a brick or hit em' with a bat
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| Hit em' with a brick, hit em' with a bat
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| Hit em' with a brick, hit em' with a bat
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| Smash a little prick, hurt a little prat, when I
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| Hit em' with a brick or hit em' with a bat |