| They — want — to — fuck — my — high — up
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| Like — when — the — thugs — get — violent
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| I per-se-ver but — I — get
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| Fru-stra-ted and — lose — my — cool — some-times
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| They — want — to — fuck — my — high — up
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| Man this bitch — just — won’t — be — quiet
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| I per-se-ver but — I — get
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| Fru-stra-ted and — lose — my — cool — some-times
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| Sometimes.
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| These jerks I see, irkin me, Hercules, musclehead
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| Niggas at the front, of the club, askin for dub
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| I’m like man, show me love, let me in you know I’m
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| S.O.M., the rest of them, rappers don’t be makin money
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| For yo' club, but I do
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| You should re-spect game but see you flashin
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| Fools in the back, will, just, smash in
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| Unexpectedly, bet you see
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| Twenty niggas comin to the bar
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| Mashin on, all the Cristal
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| Bottles and the gin, and the Hennessy
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| And it’s in your best interests we
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| Just, get up in this motherfucker clean
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| And there won’t be a scene, plea lettin off steam
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| For the hell of it for future development
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| Your club and establishment will be, under new management
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| I see you adamant but that ain’t shit |
| Fuck a guest list, get this dick in your mouth
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| «The people inside wouldn’t leave, and the line outside started
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| Pressing in, and that’s when they all began grabbing stuff off the shelves!
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| Oh no, there goes the window.»
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| I — get
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| Fru-stra-ted and — lose — my — cool — some-times
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| Sometimes, sometimes.
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| When I’m in the streets, then I’m duckin police
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| And it’s not cause I’m sellin heroin in the East
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| It’s the beast, got the bow and arrow pointed at me
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| Like they tryin to shoot a sparrow but I’m more like an E
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| -A-G-to-the-L-E, fuckin with me
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| Cause I’m ridin in a new SUV, I’m like SEE?!
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| I wish I had a good day like Ice Cube
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| Cats say I’m a nice dude, what’d I do?
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| That’s the shit I shouldn’t contemplate
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| I should just stomp his face; |
| in with the steel-toe boot and then scoot
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| I feel like America’s Most
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| For the perilous flows; |
| that I share with the hoes and my bros
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| Everywhere I go, they fuckin up my T-H-C
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| And I wonder why they P.H. |
| me
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| I must appear eight feet to these dwarves and midgets
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| You think I give a fuck who make more digits? |
| People get robbed, no matter who you hobnob with
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| Niggas playin hopscotch with your snotbox
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| All the cockblockin and jive talkin
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| Got you in the position where you hear the fire poppin
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| They — try — to — fuck — my — high — up
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| Man tell this stupid bitch — be — quiet
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| I per-se-ver but — I — get
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| Fru-stra-ted and — lose — my — cool — some-times
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| Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes. |