| Who’s the nicest Emcee, nigga?
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| (I just wanna ask ya one question)
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| Who rap better than P, nigga?
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| (I just wanna ask ya one question)
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| Beretta or Desert Eag’s, nigga?
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| (I just wanna ask ya, I want ya to know)
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| Nigga’s acting tough, until I shmack
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| The impact will blow trees back and crack statues
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| Pistol whip your shit, stick in the clip and then clap you
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| That’s when I smash you, reading the book of Matthew
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| I be the best to do it, the leader of the new school while the rest is true it
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| You had a chance but I guess you blew it
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| Piss on your grave, now you all can rest in fluid
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| Listen, Knife on my right the pistol is left
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| Sell a black nigga crack, white crystal meth
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| Drug money, my niggas stay scrapping plates
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| Stay dirty, in the tub by my bathing ape
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| I shoot your rap book, rifle your hood rhymes
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| Running wild, funny style, Michael from Good Times
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| Sean Price, Babu on the beats
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| Better watch where you walk, 'fore you stabbed in your feet
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| Yeah
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| (I just wanna ask ya one question)
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| Why the fuck is your bitch checkin' me while she with you?
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| (I just wanna ask ya one question)
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| Why the fuck I ain’t get signed yet?
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| (I just wanna ask ya one question)
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| Do you want your motherfucking jaw broke, nigga?
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| (I just wanna ask ya, I want ya to know)
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| I don’t answer questions when they asked by the police
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| 'Cause I don’t know you and him, and him and you do don’t know me
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| There must have been a mixup, I wasn’t in Brownsville
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| I was out in the Stuy with some bitch getting my dick sucked
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| What you mean how the fuck his chain got around my neck?
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| How his watch on my wrist?
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| He gave it to me as gift
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| I don’t know how all your money got in my pocket
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| But your bitch in my bed, 'cause your honey I’m cockin'
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| Beating niggas half to death, ref you gotta stop it
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| When Master P drop Mic Tyson you better cop it
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| If you don’t your chest we gon' heckle and it
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| Not even a vest could slow 'em down or block it
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| Who told you that I buy things, sell 'em and make a profit?
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| That’s just an air hustler, fussing and making gossip
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| The names Reek and big business is what I’m repping
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| And I’m tired of giving answers quit asking these fucking questions
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| (I just wanna ask ya one question)
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| Why your ugly ass moms ain’t use birth control?
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| (I just wanna ask ya one question)
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| Why the fuck your timbs always leaning like the Tower of Pisa
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| (I just wanna ask ya one question)
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| How the fuck you got a caesar with waves in the front and an afro shag in the
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| back?
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| (I just wanna ask ya, I want you to know)
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| Yo how it took you thirty years just to sound ight?
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| When I spit my first rhyme niggas knew I was nice
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| How your girl gave brain to me, Buck, and Starang
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| On tour, ran a train, but you love her the same
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| Why your man frontin' like he got a gun on his waist?
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| Said I tried to style on him, got punched in his face
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| Why that bitch body banging and her ass so fat
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| But her grill like she got smacked with a spike bat
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| Why the feds taking pictures and looking through my window?
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| I’m still sippin' gin and juice, smoking on some Indo
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| Why your pen game is weaker than the tracks you be spittin' on?
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| Keep your day job, you ain’t never getting on
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| Why y’all niggas on your knees taking back shots?
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| Never slung a slingshot, let alone a crack rock
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| Why the fuck you ask so many questions?
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| Left field, shift from different directions
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| Fuck out of here |