| I’m such a failure, hehe, ha hah
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| P! |
| First of all I’d like to say — nothin really
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| This beat is just so cool, you know you just wanna relax and
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| Say some old cool shit (word) but that’s not me (nah)
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| P! |
| Let’s go
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| Aiyyo, supersonic chronic got my mind at ease
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| But, never think that the God won’t squeeze
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| Sean is the man, and I’m doin all that I can
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| When I rhyme, feel like the world’s in the palm of my hand
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| All I is is all I am
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| And, all you is, who gives a damn?
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| It’s like, wop-babalu-bop-doo-wop-bam-boom
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| The Glock, got a few shots, you popped, drop — oooh
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| I’m buck with the words, I went to school
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| When I pop you with the tool, catch a slug from a nerd
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| That’s my word to my mother
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| You act stupid duke I’m hurtin your mother like «WHAT BITCH~!»
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| Commence to smackin her face like a pimp
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| Then put the old bitch back in her place
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| The beat is smooth, the rap is hard
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| Just the way I like it bless the mic of the God
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| It’s violent
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| It’s violent, it’s violent, it’s violent…
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| Bless the mic of the God, it’s violent
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| It’s violent, it’s violent, it’s violent…
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| Yeah… aiyyo
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| Timberland boots I got stomp out your grill
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| Sean Price, the nicest nigga in Brownsville
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| Word bond, y’all niggas can’t rap worth a damn
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| The nine burst blam and earthslam your fam
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| Word to mother, my shit raw dog like fuck rubbers
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| Motherfuck literally, I fuck mothers
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| 2006 I got a new bag of tricks
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| Boot Camp, J. League, new improved rappin shit
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| I’m a certified, fortified, forty-five holder
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| Been like that way before «Eshkoshkah»
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| We the best in the in-dus-try
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| We the worst when we in-the-streets
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| Got a verse nigga where’s the beef?
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| Burger rappers screamin «Where's the beef»
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| You’re soft, get lost, 'fore you scream where’s your teeth
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| The beat is smooth, the rap is hard
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| Just the way I like it bless the mic of the God
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| It’s violent
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| It’s violent, it’s violent, it’s violent…
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| Bless the mic of the God, it’s violent
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| It’s violent, it’s violent, it’s violent…
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| P! |
| Aiyyo
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| This goes out to my Brownsville crew
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| Put your guns up in the air, don’t kill me!
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| Buck 'em all day, buck 'em all night
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| We let off fo'-fo's
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| It’s violent, it’s violent, it’s violent… |