| Yeah
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| Yo
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| While y’all just gettin' started
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| Nope
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| I ain’t finished yet
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| You niggas is garbage like spam on the internet
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| I been a vet
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| Been in the game
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| Gettin' respect
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| Cashing them cheques
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| Overseas, collecting that net
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| While you’re just gettin' your membership
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| My rhymes never stink
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| Rhymes I spit
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| You know they always stay legitimate
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| Won’t speak of my life too much
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| Just give y’all a little bit
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| Swiss and American cheese on eggs Benedict
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| I’m international
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| Cats, you’re game’s limited
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| Homo, vegetarian thugs, all effeminate
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| Fold
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| That hand you playin
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| You ain’t winnin' with
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| Gettin' a lot of static like my cat, he in ???
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| The trees I smoke is blessed with the heaven scent
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| Leave the spot with ladies so elegant
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| That shit you talk to us stays irrelevant
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| Why you lames tryin' to stay in the game?
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| We playin' to win
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| We’re all straight lockin' it down
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| Lay down clown
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| Ronnie Cash
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| Make some noise
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| They call me
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| R O double N I E Cash
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| Two thousand and six
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| You know we can’t be done smashed
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| Detroit finest
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| What you call «save the best for last»
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| Now I’m comin' in first, you leave in a hearse
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| A lot of suckers want it bad but I want it the worst
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| It’s like the heat in the game
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| The gift and the curse
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| Niggas is lames
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| Y’all need some wigs and a purse
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| Heels and a skirt
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| Just for bumpin' your guns you’re quick to get hurt
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| And to my people locked up keep your head up, look
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| Kat still out here reppin' for you checkin' your books
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| And I’m a keep some on that
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| Still keep it banging on these streets 'til y’all come back
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| Used to freestyle up on these beats now we run rap
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| Gettin' ??? |
| music
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| But they don’t want that
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| They scatter the truth
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| Hundred percent
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| Every time I step in the booth |