| The fuck you mean, you don’t know DJ Marc B?
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| Hah, fuck
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I did this shit all in one take
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| I stripped his ass, no mask, all in broad day
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| You would think I got liscense, the way I swing this K
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| I call that bitch an ink master, how it tat your face
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| I’m in your bushes like a landscaper
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| This Glock’ll make a nigga dance like the Harlem Shakers
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| Before I show up to your club, I want all my paper
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| I had to start kickin' doors, I wasn’t playin' Sega
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| If you flinch, you get hit with two
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| I’ma give your ass the blues, put you on the news
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| This nigga pussy, I can smell it, he don’t have a clue
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| Ain’t just a rapper, I’ll shoot if I have to shoot
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| I’m big dawg in my hood, I’m who they answer to
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| All I hang around is apes like I’m in the zoo
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| And I’ll get your ass ate like you fuckin' food
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| How the hell he still breathin' after he robbed you?
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| Old pussy ass nigga
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| I did this shit all in one take
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| I stripped his ass, no mask, all in broad day
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| You would think I got liscense, the way I swing this K
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| I call that bitch an ink master, how it tat your face
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| I’m in your bushes like a landscaper
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| This Glock’ll make a nigga dance like the Harlem Shakers
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| Before I show up to your club, I want all my paper
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| I had to start kickin' doors, I wasn’t playin' Sega
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| That chopper make him dance, burn him just like hot potato
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| If you not talkin' cash, racks, you need to call me later
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| My hood on my back, they call me the lifesaver
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| I got some paper, I ain’t switch, just went big on haters
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| Yeah, let 'em play, I rock your cradle
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| Let that chopper bite like gator
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| Hot my brother, he got life plus twenty
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| He be callin', talkin' crazy
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| Know I’m worth a mil' but I’m still on the Candler daily (1'5)
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| Nigga play with us, get killed
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| They see him in newspaper
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| Me and Lil Tip, we run Decatur
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| I did this shit all in one take
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| I stripped his ass, no mask, all in broad day
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| You would think I got liscense, the way I swing this K
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| I call that bitch an ink master, how it tat your face
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| I’m in your bushes like a landscaper
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| This Glock’ll make a nigga dance like the Harlem Shakers
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| Before I show up to your club, I want all my paper
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| I had to start kickin' doors, I wasn’t playin' Sega |