| All I know
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| I’ve been cool for too long
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| I’m so tired
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| And my nerves are just gone
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| Yo, I try to chill but I can’t
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| Well I can but I ain’t
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| Cause I never hurt a Saint
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| Jo Ziggy, Roll Wit me
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| Blow sticky cause I’m stressed out
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| Time to whip the vest out
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| Holster under either shoulder Soulja, Smif N' Wess’ed out
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| Now I got’s to get it in, you should be considerin'
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| «Is Jo' just talkin' reckless or he really on that shit again?»
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| Juggernaut gymnastic acrobatic ratchet tumbler
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| Bold nigga humbler, bring it to any one of ya
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| Cockin' a 'What the Fuck', you don’t know what that is
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| But when it bang, you be like what the fuck just happened to my leg?
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| Wheelchair niggas forever, shit bag and then some
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| To take a bath you gon' need Mr. Belvedere and Vincent
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| Not to mention I be poppin' Oxycontin’s faithfully
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| If I got the eight with me then you should stay away from me
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| Joe Young, King of the Jungle, Guerilla Tactics
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| Pump a slug into you cowards and watch ya back flip
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| (Kay Royal)
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| (All I know)
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| You niggas talking about kickin' in doors
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| Like I ain’t got a hammer bigger than yours
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| (I've been cool for too long, cool for too long)
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| (I'm so tired)
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| Pussy niggas wanna take my shine
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| Well, see the chrome? |
| Come holla bitch, take my nine
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| (And my nerves are just gone, nerves are just gone)
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| Ayo Asalama Laikum, Alakium Salaam
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| Sean you taking too long to make a song
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| Fuck it
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| I make it strong when I make a song
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| And I can tell by my sales you ain’t wait for Sean
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| I take it back like to the break of dawn
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| Break ya arm, Sean a wrestler
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| One Life To Live, Carlos Hessler
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| You just a human poster or a vest-tester
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| The sket-presser the wet wetter than red sweater
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| The Def Leopard, the best effort, you can’t rock
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| Am I new, or some old nigga who can’t stop?
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| Listen, I rap rings around niggas, clap things about nigga
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| See you later, y’all muthafuckas is haters
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| Four fit for the four-fifth flasher
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| Flash the four-fifth in ya face, make plaster
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| David Blaine duke, Abra-Cadabra
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| I wave the thing, poof, I got to get at ya
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| I’m already THA rapper |