| Fresh off American Airlines, first class-enger
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| You behind the curtain like the 57th passenger
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| Why you wackin up? |
| Faggot
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| Standin in the front and can’t back it up
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| Me I’m spectacular, rock a Avi' and a durag
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| And mack a fur, shorty with the phat ass
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| I’m splashin her, her man thinks he a thug cuz he in Attica
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| She deep throated my piss without me asking her
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| Suck the blood out my dick like Dracula
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| I cause a massacre
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| Don’t miss the Grym Reaper
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| Blood’ll run outta dem face and drip 'pon dem sneakas
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| Sick me knife ina dem chest, I still a ram it deepa
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| Absolute, foreva creepin through ya window
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| So me sing, melicious, sound bad like a Freddie Cruger
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| Attack some pussyhole wit me German Luger
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| See me neva say somethin bout wha, attack dem youths out
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| Neva know me idolize Castro from Cuba
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| Bounty hunter wit gun 'pon me shoulder
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| Disrespect de Killa song, and get told, uh
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| Shyheim, dem neva know murder-a
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| Have me gun, hafta ta shot dem, gunshot, move back dem
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| What’s the verdict? |
| Guilty, how many times I’ve heard it
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| Shyheim should be locked down and murdered
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| I’m too dirty for detergent, so fuck Tide
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| I bring the drama, ask your honor, my rap sheet rhymes
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| Queen, posession of a number, stabbin niggas knives
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| Observation, direction sales, 20 dimes
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| B.I., take care of mines, and never wear slacks
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| Word to Big L and Sacks, y’all youngings’ll get clapped
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| By this Big Pun, mad guns from the back of a Ac'
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| Fuck the movies they at, on the screen I react
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| Parlay, where the trees at? |
| Burn somethin
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| Keep it dirty urine, pigeons say I’m fly, I reply
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| «Who you tellin?», got so much game need my own cartridge
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| And an office, take 'em through a journey through my mental forest
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| Regardless, stay bombarded
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| To American Express, ghetto game, I charge it
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| Keep it on dual lock, gangsta dem 'pon me gun
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| Be the police, gangsta, pack machine gun
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| Shot up, informer, put in mind daddy grown
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| Gangsta and dem guns spar it out
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| Where dem man? |
| Don’t be shot me, dem can’t say gangsta
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| Gangsta, don’t bet, no baby soldier
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| So ya betta watch it and hear what me say
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| Got Shyheim killin people in a week or day cuz
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| What the fuck, nigga? |