| I’ll be shutting niggas up when I taaalk
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| But nothings ever gonna get done to me (mee!)
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| Y’all ain’t gon' do nothing at aaaall!
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| I’m a be talkin' shit forever man! |
| Ever man, ever man…
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| Shut the fuck up when I taaaalk!
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| Nothing’s ever gonna get done to me (mee!)
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| Y’all ain’t gon' do nothing at aaaall!
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| I talk about your ass forever man! |
| Ever man, ever man… Hh! |
| Ever man!
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| Hehe! |
| — Last name Voorhees, first name Jason!
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| Like a loaded pistol boy ain’t nothin' to play with!
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| You don’t want no problems, the drama be too horrendous
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| Fuck you and your feelings, you momma the who offended!
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| Pimpin' ain’t easy, but bitch I’m in the building
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| I’m the smack man! |
| — I got a back hand like Serena Williams!
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| He hungry like them Africans on the TV asking feed the children
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| Even though he be eating like he Silician! |
| (whooo!)
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| I sweat brilliance, I shit genius
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| You on fire till I come by you and extinguish!
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| I’m distinguised! |
| — I'm bout to quit writing,
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| You 'bout to grow a set of hooters while a nigga just winging! |
| (whooo!)
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| My dick swinging! |
| — It's slappin' my leg so much the shits stingin'
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| You heard who better than me, bitch bring 'em!
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| Uhhh! |
| — He stepped up like Rocky, he’ll probably be finished (whooo!)
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| He’ll go from looking like he Balboa to Rocky Dennis!
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| You thought you was winning 'til every tooth in your mouth is in
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| A pouch in your pocket, the next time you talk to your dentist! |
| (yeeah!)
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| These lame nigga’s say they body’s is endless
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| Get in my lane they license to kill — is probably suspended,
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| UHHH! |
| — I'm fly! |
| Feeling like I got wings and I’m in the air
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| I miss my flight tell the pilot I said I’ll meet you there! |
| (there!)
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| Cause he too rare! |
| — There should be a sign on every vocal
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| Booth that’s says if Nickel-9 — choose to do your beat beware!
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| Last name (Pay Me) — first name (Fuck you!)
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| You collect and call me by my alias, it’s?
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| Find me with your bitch my dick out — with a mouth on it
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| Take her round the corner a couple times — put some miles on it!
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| Take her round monsters! |
| — OG's that used to be slaves
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| For Reagen helping to fund the Iran contra!
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| Poster boy for gun wrap
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| I got all kind of rhymes done about my guns cousin cause I got — tons of them!
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| I ain’t no — industry nigga, I don’t do no events! |
| (uh-huh!)
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| I got some red carpets that under my shoes in the Benz!
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| He so street — when he do it, the sewers is twin
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| He spit that shit! |
| — He just spit it into the pen! |
| (whooo!)
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| When it come to rhyming, I’m a Ducatti your dude is a Schwinn (c'mon!)
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| I don’t do parties and you? |
| — You just do men!
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| My crew just too sick! |
| Your crew got poopa scoop dicks!
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| My crew just drinking? |
| chicks nigga! |
| — Y'all ain’t gon' do SHIT!
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| Slaughterhouse dynamic is Ortiz too mature for beef
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| Joey kill you with his words! |
| me? |
| I do it forcefully!
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| Crooked is the smart one,
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| But don’t you get it twisted that nigga there he will kill ya! |
| — Beanie Si' I
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| ain’t hear him!
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| When I brain storm actual rain comes
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| I am — one with the streets, I Sam — Cooks the beat until change comes! |
| (C'MON!)
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| My brain got different compartments,
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| When it holds the ?, when it holds the explosives!
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| One just got a note in it that says on it homie knows that he dope he
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| Stay on his toes he ferocious, he hopeless the focus on me
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| With negative energy! |
| — You'll only lose your focus! |
| — I am not the best,
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| I am death; |
| now let God and Satan iron out the rest!
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| Ha-ha-ha!
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| Ha-ha-ha-ha!
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| That’s the victory laugh.
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| Ha-ha-ha!
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| Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
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| And since I can’t doin' another nigga beat…
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| But I try thinkin' I’m dissin' him!
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| Shout out my nigga, Drake!
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| Now get the fuck out my face 'fore I fuck you up! |