| Back at it like a crack addict, Mr. Black Magic, crack a bitch back
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| Chiropractic Craftmatic, big daddy smokin' big Cali
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| In the black alley, in a black Grand Natty
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| Rollin' down, ole natty hair
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| Nappy, matty as a black grandaddy, all fact
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| No cappin', fat, black, bold captain, stay floatin'
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| No flappin', wave runner, I’m a gunner
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| I’ma have your block hot as a sauna all summer
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| And I put that on Osama and my motherfuckin' momma
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| I’ma terrorize the actors playing like they want some drama
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| I’ma chop 'em with a chopper 'till I motherfuckin' drop 'em (Drop 'em, drop 'em,
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| drop 'em)
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| Stack addict, I mack with the blackest fabric, I’m back
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| I’m magically rackin' it, that’s what I’m thunkin', rat-a-tat-tats
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| I’m runnin' the trunk up for sucker shit
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| Matter of fact, kiss the ass and even the cra-a-ack
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| Automatic facts, it’s like tha-a-at
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| Scandal bliss when you puttin' feelings in charge of shit
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| All of us targeted, all we doin' is arguin'
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| Part of them isn’t workin' 'till every pockets been picked and sold and
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| harvested
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| I’m ready to mob on these fuckin' Charlatans (Charlatans, charlatans,
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| charlatans, charlatans, charlatans, charlatans)
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| Go-go-go-, go-go-go-go-
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| Go-go-go-go-, Go-go-go-go-
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| Go-go-go-go-, go-go-go-, go-go-
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| We up, now loot
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| Two time Don, I’m galactic and fly
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| The moon is movin' the maniacs in a shitty decline
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| Hearts fried, all this neon is grippin' in something’s side
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| Immortality’s out of bounds, this a one-round ride
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| I got one round left, a hunnid cops outside
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| I could shoot at them or put one between my eyes
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| Chose the latter, it don’t matter, it ain’t suicide
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| And if the news say it was that’s a goddamn lie
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| I can’t let the pigs kill me, I got too much pride
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| And I meant it when I said it, never take me alive
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| I got the Grand Nat runnin' in the alley outside
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| Yo Mike run like you hungry and get your ass in the ride
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| I’d rather have and not need you than watch your rotten demise
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| And you still owe me for them Nikes, you do not get to just die
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| You try to fuck with my brother, you get the bastard surprise
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| And that’s more honest than your whole life in a fraction of time
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| I didn’t get my degree in how to smoke weed 'till I’m blind
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| So you could ruin my high, Jewel Runner, do and you’re bye
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| My brother made a point so out the back door I’ma slide
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| I’m chubby, husky, die scrubbin', fuckin' up my Levi’s
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| The crooked copper got the proper, I put lead in his eye
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| Plus we heard he murdered a black child so none of us cry
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| Yankee and the brave are here
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| Everybody hit the deck
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| We don’t mean no harm
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| But we truly mean all the disrespect (Four) |