| Bust it, from the dick I’m dissin all yall punk crews
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| Y’all wack and won’t even think of punchlines I don’t use
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| And to the niggas whose LP’s I kinda liked
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| I’m fresher than that, and that new shit you tryin to write
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| Like mita, mita, name not Rashita
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| Battle on the streets so when I’m playin senorita
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| Spend a few peso on some chili con queso
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| Thinkin how I used to wax rappers back that eso
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| Be in San Juan, on the carriage like I’m Cam’Ron
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| Wit a nigga tryin to chew my tampon with my pants on
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| I’m gettin money off the books like I’m Beatnuts
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| Make em sign pre-nups, word to my C-cups
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| Fuck with they heads like Kahlua, milk and vodka
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| Then tell they punk ass to move on like Silkk the Shocker
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| Word to my godfather, who bombs harder
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| Be out to get the paper like Inga and Shawn Carter
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| HOOK 2X:
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| All you MC’s better stand your ground
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| Cuz when Digga come around it’s curtains
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| Curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains
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| (curtains on all y’all, curtains on all y’all, curtains on all y’all
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| Curtains on all y’all)
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| When Digga come down
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| Some people say when I drink I don’t act right
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| Raisin my voice, I see some bitch and start a cat fight
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| Or in my travels, grabbin slices from S’Barro’s
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| Eyein fake niggas like they intimate apparel
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| 20,000 seaters, heads givin me pounds
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| Even biggin me for shit I did for Lyricist Lounge
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| Like, «How can I be down?», hoes I don’t trust ya
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| Playin me close so I can hook you up with Busta
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| Fuck an entourage, I’m the bitch that roll dolo
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| More still than mo-mo's and a 4−4 on my polo
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| With the toaster, make ya run like Sammy Sosa
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| Could take about 50 MC’s like Tony Tocca
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| Why you take it there? |
| Cuz I’m fruitier than kiwi
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| And when I freestyle you ain’t gon hear it on my CD
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| Money management, cuz I’m grown up and older now
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| Drinkin mad low and brow, tell em how it’s goin down
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| Bricks, Bricks, cuz I was born in the Bricks
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| Bricks, Bricks, and shit is on in the Bricks
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| Come at me twisted if ya think you got the heart to
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| But you better be careful what you say like Sparkle
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| Bricks, Bricks, you get jacked in the Bricks
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| Bricks, Bricks, and I’m the mack in the Bricks
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| Uh, I got niggas that’ll run you over backwards
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| And bitches that’ll milk you, plus give you the package
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| HOOK 4X |