| Jesus!
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| Hahahaha, knahmean? |
| Trust me baby
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| F’real man
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| Aiyyo Khrysis
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| My life will still be existin while I shit on opponents B Aiyyo, listen
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| All joking aside, all vocals aside
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| I will fuck yo’ass up pah; |
| fuck I look like huh?
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| Yeah, now back to the music, some niggaz backpack to the music
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| When I rap, I smoke black and sell crack to the music
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| Even practice givin dap to the music, they like «Ruckus you’re rad»
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| My son like «They can’t fuck wit’chu dad~!"True
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| I’m puffin the 'dro, I’m clutchin the fo'
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| Sell a verse for a G pah, hustle and flow
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| You can’t act like you don’t but motherfuckers all know
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| Who’s the nicest Sean Price is motherfucker let’s go Go, line for line, rhyme for rhyme
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| Ten paces turn around shoot nine for nine
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| You can tell by the rhyme it’s my time to shine
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| Let’s eat, motherfucker I don’t dine on swine
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| I don’t beef with turkeys I told you the God’ll fold you
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| Hard to digest I suggest that you take tofu
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| Aiyyo I hate niggaz like you, fake niggaz like you
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| Take niggaz like you, shake niggaz like you
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| Punch you in the face, straight break niggaz like you
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| When I’m high no tellin the fuck Ruck might do Hate niggaz like you, fake niggaz like you
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| Take niggaz like you, shake niggaz like you
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| Punch you in the face, straight break niggaz like you
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| When I’m high no tellin the fuck Ruck might do Aiyyo, I mastered «The Art of War"before a nigga read Sun Tzu
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| Third degree black belt master of gun-fu
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| Pop pills, smoke weed, even get drunk too
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| And you do what you can and I do what I want to Wu-Tang Clan ain’t nuttin ta fuck wit
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| Boot Camp Clik ain’t nuttin ta Wu-Tang
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| Niggaz seem shocked by the way that I do thangs
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| I’m with Destiny’s Child, I still ride the 2 train
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| Sometimes I feel like I’m the best in my field
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| But I’m not and I’m broke so I go invest in some krillz
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| My nerd niggaz say fuck rap and find you a trade
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| I got weight on the plate bitch, find me a blade
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| I’m tryin to get paid, yo’punk ass is tryin to get robbed
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| Gimme the gauge, excuse me while I get on my job
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| Listen, Sean Price is the nicest to write poems
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| I never sing the same shit, twice like Mike Jones |