| Profluent
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| Yeah, ayo
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| Shoot ya' moms dap ya' pops rape ya' daughter
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| Get the moment on a tape recorder
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| Give copies out to every nigga up in the hood
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| Let 'em know I’m not the nigga to fuck with up in the hood
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| Gimme some weed‚ gimme some coke‚ gimme some dope
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| Gimme ya' seed‚ gimme ya' throat, gimme some rope
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| Choking ya' bitch, provoking ya' clique‚ to get done
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| Smoking the spliff, unloading the fifth, now that’s fun
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| Yo‚ backpack niggas rapping all funny and shit
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| Till I tell 'em that shit is wack, ain’t no money in this
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| And you female rappers, I’ma end ya' career
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| Wrap my hands around ya' throat while you get banged from the rear
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| I’m the type of nigga, that’ll throw a shell in ya' arm
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| You the type to snitch bitch, why you telling my moms?
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| Yo, y’all bitch niggas is as wack as it come
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| Don’t make me, clap you in the back or ya' ass with a gun
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| Bah!
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| We get blazed, smacking lyrics outta emcees for days
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| Run for the shade, or lay you down with the heat from the gauge
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| Get laid, like ya' lady spreading her legs
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| Strangle you ComicView rappers entertaining like Ced'
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| We get blazed, smacking lyrics outta emcees for days
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| Run for the shade, or lay you down with the heat from the gauge
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| Get laid, like ya' lady spreading her legs
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| Strangle you ComicView rappers entertaining like Ced'
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| Powerful spit, my niggas got hours of it
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| With a strong digestive tract to devour ya' shit
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| Cowards get ripped for coming out they face on Fuga' shit
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| Ain’t no destination, for where my niggas take it
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| With the hardest of styles, we gon' make it
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| Toss the cake in the oven and bake it, record-breaking
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| Without the athlete, them niggas ass cheek
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| And still couldn’t fuck with what I spit last week
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| Dudes pass go, get strung up, by the lasso
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| Gas so White Castle, faker than Don Brasco
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| The way that we coming considered more than a hassle
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| Dangerous unorthodox energy that’ll blast foes
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| Now they trapped in the hourglass, how will they power last
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| When I’m so ahead of my time, the clock’s an hour fast
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| And the sand steady sinking
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| Ya' man’s already thinking of
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| Ways to escape, they freestyle in the bing when
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| We get blazed, smacking lyrics outta emcees for days
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| Run for the shade, or lay you down with the heat from the gauge
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| Get laid, like ya' lady spreading her legs
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| Strangle you ComicView rappers entertaining like Ced'
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| We get blazed, smacking lyrics outta emcees for days
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| Run for the shade, or lay you down with the heat from the gauge
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| Get laid, like ya' lady spreading her legs
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| Strangle you ComicView rappers entertaining like Ced'
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| Ayo, I said it once and I’ll say it again
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| If you giving me head, you gotta give head to my friend
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| I don’t give a fuck if the bitch name is Karen
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| If you hitting us both off then ya' name is 'sharing'
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| Copping the E, yo ma, pop this with me
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| Have me, knocking my knees busting snot on her teeth
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| When I’m jumping out my car eyes locking at me
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| Ain’t my fault that I’m popping the B, fuck you looking at?
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| We running down on young white males, rocking black trench coats
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| Treat 'em like they all from France, make some French toast
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| Tracks that could be fatal with females, get
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| And ain’t nothing to switch up the whole program, like Windows
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| How high? |
| High enough to make cows fly
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| Getting blazed with my nigga Ruck, out in
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| Now we got this chick fucking and sucking like Siamese
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| When it come to beef we cooking up cats, like Chinese
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| We get blazed, smacking lyrics outta emcees for days
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| Run for the shade, or lay you down with the heat from the gauge
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| Get laid, like ya' lady spreading her legs
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| Strangle you ComicView rappers entertaining like Ced'
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| We get blazed, smacking lyrics outta emcees for days
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| Run for the shade, or lay you down with the heat from the gauge
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| Get laid, like ya' lady spreading her legs
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| Strangle you ComicView rappers entertaining like Ced'
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| Nahmean?
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| Yeah, Sean P, word up
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| Nahmean, New Jersey baby, New York, I’m here you hear me?
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| Word to mother, my man, , Profluent, tall motherfucker
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| Word up, Sean Price
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| Monkey Barz, High Karate, nahmean? |
| Two for a dollar nigga, fifty-cent
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| cookie-ass niggas
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| I slap physically, ain’t playing out here |