| Here a track I found underneath
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| Findin' beats is a treat
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| An' I don’t care if it top pop
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| Abracadabra can’t keep a tab a This stickin' around like D an' it stuck Chuck
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| Into a mode, unloadin' pop, pop, pop
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| Go the weasels that dropped from the hip hop
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| Kissin' the good bye
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| Goin' goin' gone
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| Keep it flowin' on Like a lemon I ain’t livin'
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| Like a lime here’s a line
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| To those here’s a rose keep the casket closed
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| Gone and in check
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| The next is from the X Wrecked and affected by the rest huh
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| How I’m gonna go I gotta flow
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| 'Cause they figure I’m a gonna…
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| Tie goes to the runner
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| Politikin' I be wreckin'
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| I reckon he’s the electrician
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| Pullin' the switches on brothers
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| Who be in disposition
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| I never got along wit' the long
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| Arm of the law
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| I saw where they place the hardcore
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| To them it doesn’t matter
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| Where it splatter
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| Our blood from the bullet
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| Not ballot I vote for Jim Brown
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| I know it don’t rhyme
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| Does it matter that he In fact he won’t find
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| Excuses inside of Murphy Brown
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| I’m on a level livin' low
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| Here we go I know
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| If this was Africa I’d try to give a necktie
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| To those runnin' & lyin' disguisin'
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| Three guys (surprise)
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| Tie goes to the runner
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| Not surprised at all
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| About the riot zone
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| And I moan
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| I wish they leave me alone yo This was predicted not self-inflicted
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| By the rapp outta the 'hood
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| They picked it good
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| Hittin' heavy critical aim at all the phony names
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| Prez rembezzlers
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| Who gettin' voted mayor
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| Lookin' at 'em wit' an Evil eye (why lie)
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| I don’t buy the fly look
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| As the fall guy
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| I’m livin' low across the tracks
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| Politikin' who stickin' had better
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| Watch their backs
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| In another long hot summer
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| Tie goes to the runner
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| An' I quote
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| I freak da notes
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| I double the dose
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| All she wrote
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| Devour got the power of a double man
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| Get excited just don’t bite it or you’re in trouble man
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| Got a rhythm to ride
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| A thought provoke
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| 'Cause I don’t joke
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| Here’s a brother wit' an attitude
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| Don’t get me rude
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| Chew it up wass up it’s like food |