| «This is not a competition it’s a cooperation. |
| Stupid ass house nigga
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| I can’t see you though bitch, you see me
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| The devil is a motherfuckin liar
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| Cause you know I ain’t worried, beeotch
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| You don’t like it? |
| Kiss my ass you don’t like it. |
| It’s my house»
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| Ayo, listen, ayo
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| Gather 'round motherfuckers and stop the bullshittin'
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| 'Fore I go gun-ho, fo'-fo'n and fo'-fifthin
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| Don’t make a difference to Sean grippin the cronz
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| Guns up, thumbs up, motherfucker the Fonz
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| Sean’s, throw the 3 like Abdul Jabbar
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| You too old to be rappin, how true you are
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| Throw your punk ass in front of a moving car
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| Sticks and stones break bones, words don’t hurt me pa
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| Listen!
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| Jack and Jill went, up The Hill
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| They got, to' back by Fizzy Womack and Bill
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| Amazing grace, eat the food off your plate
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| Wash it down with some milk bitch, you know how I’m built
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| Sean Price is the negro, Lou Ferrigno
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| Incredible flow, bitch I’m lettin you know
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| I’m the Boot Camp general, the veteran spoke
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| Remember the Alamo flow, goin for broke
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| «I come in the name of Jesus by the power of the Holy Spirit
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| Don’t matter how you got with me
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| If you, if you down, doin what I’m talkin 'bout doin
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| Lord needs to get this book open
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| Turn your diseased waters, and give to the poor
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| You’re fatherless as a widow, get up outta the penitentiary
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| And you down with that?
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| You ain’t down with that?
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| Then shut yo' God damn ass up!»
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| It go, as I combine all the shells from my 9
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| Run up, gun up, gat is crackin your spine
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| Powerful impact, BOOM from the cannon
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| A new sheriff in town, clown I’m Reggie Hammond
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| I’m tryin to Get Rich or Die Tryin
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| You die tryin to get rich that’s where the 9 lined him
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| 'Burbs say with my wordplay I’m out of my mind
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| I’m at the herb gate and these niggas ain’t, sellin no dimes
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| Get, deep in your face Illuminati your grill
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| Body somebody, and jump in my Ducati and peel
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| I’m not like these other rappers
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| Flashin the pants dance steps, fuck a rapper
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| Ruck is after the gold, and after that the platinum
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| Beef after that, Hurricane Starang pack the gat son
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| Motherfucker, son of a bitch |