| Yo, I’m a inner city guerilla
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| Ducker and dodger
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| Dipper into the shadows
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| And bust a shot at ya
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| Then call an ambulance
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| To come and get ya
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| And right when you get better
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| I’mma come back and hit ya
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| One more (gin?)
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| You hear the bass rumblin
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| Your men start fumblin the mic
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| Stumblin over the cord
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| Goodness gracious lord
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| Soon as I speak your space gets
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| Invaded, explored and exploited
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| Pep Love, I’m one of the anointed ones
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| Your boys got guns but they don’t want it
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| Cause you will never defeat the sun
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| I’mma shine all day
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| And you gonna miss me when I’m done
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| I’ll be back in fact
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| To inflict a fracture
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| Step into ya territory
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| To commit an infraction
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| Pass the spliff
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| As I make the earth shift
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| Like continental drift
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| With one of my many gifts
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| I’m different
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| Now what you want with that?
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| I’mma give it to you
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| Til you give it right on back black
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| I’m different, open your eyes and see
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| Me for who I am, that’s who I’m gonna be
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| My voice is the instrument I implement
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| As my weapon of choice
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| When I inflict it, I’m vindictive
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| But not like ya bitches
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| I just want the riches
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| And to be granted my wishes
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| My intricate flow is chock full of info
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| That’ll be beneficial if you listen close
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| Folks, I’ll put ya head out
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| Like a cigarette butt
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| But, you gonna rebut ya dead now
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| Issue resolved
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| Now you don’t wanna get involved
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| And all the bullshit
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| You was talkin dissolve
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| I’ll bust a three pointer in ya face
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| And say 'Ah ah'
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| I’m nasty, classy, fancy and fly
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| Steadily advancing til I touch the sky
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| Cause, you know how I do
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| My view is bird’s |