| Forget about the people before I know tired of
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| Been through the whole world for what? |
| Tired of bride
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| But tonight let’s talk about the ones who bite
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| Although they know, they won’t ever get it right
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| 'cause they got no class, and they have no game
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| And can’t find another brother who boost it on pain
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| And hey hooray, on a one way give me
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| I pack for ya lover, for them, 'cause Slick Ricky is a
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| Walk into a party, come smart and laugh
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| As the girls go crazy, want me for my dear autograph
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| And it’s me they be admirin, my new style of rappin
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| And brothers go around me, how I done the insanity
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| The girls say «wow"they can’t spell the hate
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| Say fellas how you organize the word’s today
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| On my will says «chill"and I do it by my way
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| 'cause that’s how we port son, represent, represent
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| Remember one night when the world was dead quiet
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| And outta nowhere some boys start a riot
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| Take off my clothes, I had to throw blows
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| The shotgun barrel and dead on my toes
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| The pros, it was people and the knows
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| Had a bunch of small timers, the people on my show
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| Surround it and bring it wit my empty shift
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| And said um, will you teach us how to rap, no doubt |