| One, two, one, two, suckas, lil' fuckas
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| You know it, nothin' man, for nothin' man, he’s back
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| Here we comin', best start runnin'
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| Cuz we’re gunnin' for the number one
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| Position, better listen
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| If you don’t you just might end up missin'
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| Suckas, muthafuckas, all this actin' their rappin'
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| All this lyin', all this stealin'
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| All this robbin' and these dealings
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| Go see the deacon, see you in the street and
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| Catch a beatin', watch your head start leakin'
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| Action, more than a fraction
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| Bet when we touchdown, yo, you know we’re packin'
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| Greet you, nice to meet you
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| Then we beat you as we slowly defeat you
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| See ya, nice to know ya
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| Overthrow ya, then that’s it, Game Over
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| 20−02, let me Remedy you
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| And show y’all muthafuckas what y’all supposed to do
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| You can bounce to this, smoke an ounce to this
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| Strip butt naked, run around the house to this
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| It’s the R to the E-M, raise ya fist
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| Wit the E-D-Y, gorilla in the mist
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| And I came wit three guns, for me and my two sons
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| If you don’t show face, I’mma take ya place
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| Nothin' seems real, that’s just how I feel
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| And I treat every deal like that’s my last meal
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| Free sticks and zynecs and watch me dance
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| Wanna fuck wit the devil, come take your chance
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| The dope in this, great white hope in this
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| Soloist, vocalist, dolo-ist, mobilist, long pull mogulist
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| Rage of full chauvinist, who the Wu specialist?
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| Six million megabits, lyrical perfectionist
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| Rem-D, 20−02
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| Uh, 20−02, let me Remedy you
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| You know? |