| Nah mean
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| This is great, having fun
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| Ha ha, yeah, P!
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| What you say nigga? |
| Fuck outta here
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| Listen, P!
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| It go, beast mode, I live by the street code
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| I beat foes the fuck up when the heat blows
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| Don’t talk crazy on cell phones
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| Workers get ten off a buck like hell no
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| Hell yeah! |
| I am that dude
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| Went bald, sell drugs, rapper with an attitude
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| Punch niggas through pizza shop windows
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| Red devil dust mixed with a little indo
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| Sean P, call me Kimbo
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| On drugs paranoid, who’s lookin through my window
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| My nerves bad
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| English class failure, nigga my words bad
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| You herbs had your chance, it’s my time
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| Serial killer theme music is my rhyme
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| In my prime, I’m a primate
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| Ape nigga, when 8 hit ya, that’s my 9
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| The fuck outta here
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| Yeah, battering bars, pa what’s the matter with y’all
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| Simian twins, me and my friend shatter your squad
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| This is that trunk pop music, make you pull the ratchet out
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| Blood fire heat you up, then pull a casket out
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| I’m who you should ask about
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| I’ll body any rapper, and get my paper back like Random House
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| Put your Henny up, and burn them trees down
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| Butcha laid the beat down, I’m like a beast now
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| You should not speak now, zip your lips God
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| Matter fact, log on to Shhhh Zip-It.com
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| My watch Flud, shirt Lo, kicks Nike Air
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| You’ll never catch me in tight gear with spiked hair
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| Timb’s standard issue, the pimp hand’ll hit you
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| So hard it’ll feel like a camel kicked you
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| I get ends and set trends
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| Roll with smokers that keep Bud on the side, like Rudy’s best friend
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| Niggas talk crazy, like they just popped an ox
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| Come at me and Sean P like that, you’ll get popped and oxed |