| What up Pace?
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| Adlib
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| Whats the deal Det?
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| Waxwork
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| Illegal
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| Snowgoons what’s up?
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| Nervous Wreck I see you
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| Still Black Snow
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| Pace Won
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| You can’t stand up
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| This the grill what up
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| Get em Pace
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| Lets get 'em in
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| Girls are like little boys, I’m Micheal Jackson I touch em
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| Guns are like flat tires to me I fricken' bust 'em
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| I spit all that sick stuff to which your not accustomed
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| Like bein' on beats is like R Kelly’s on percussion
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| Killin' these tracks is like OJ on production
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| And I thank Lauren and Cleff for my introduction
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| To the same rap industry that secretly humbled me
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| Sittin by the freaken' man keepin' her company
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| It’s like, hip hop is George Bush now
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| The irony of it all is holding me down
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| It’s pays the rent pays the food
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| Pays the cable and lights
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| Keep me stable and tight, able to fight
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| For my rights like the Beastie boys I’m not greasy
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| Tryin' to be 3 DT’s on GP tryin' to freak these little girls
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| I’m creepy but I ain’t that creepy I got one I’m easy
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| Pass the flashlight it’s gonna be one of those black nights
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| We steppin' on toes to give 'em some of the act right
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| Snow storms comin' avalanche warning pullin' the plug
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| You won’t make it to the morning
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| You know them goons is here when the snow turns black
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| You hear the echoes of the strings start haunting the track
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| New jacks jump back like they war on the tat
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| I connect like my forearms attached to an axe
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| You ain’t gotta ask if that dudes bad ass
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| Any sumo gon' get abused and thrashed
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| You confused? |
| oh that’s jus' the booze n hash
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| That’s how I move it’s my fuel my gas (sniff)
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| Fuck two puffs and pass I’ll take an ill to the face
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| All that bullshit life crashed a party wit pace
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| Full clip have you full fit all tense on your safe
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| I’m too loose lipped _ scared of what I might say but hey…
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| That dude don’t change I’m on the autobond wrong side switchin lanes
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| When I step into the booth to pitch them flames
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| I gotta send the snowgoons my wings to the cage
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| Pass the flashlight it’s gonna be one of those black nights
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| We steppin on toes to give em some of the act right
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| A snow storms comin' avalanche warning pullin' the plug
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| You won’t make it to the morning
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| Half of these cats are tough like pac can’t walk that walk
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| Runnin' when they hear me comin' down from like half a block
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| I’ll make these bastards break up faster than the Chicken Pox
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| Got em screaming like I’m in holocaust scream for the cops
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| Gotta get these riches like two stepping
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| From my fingers drinking inches
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| I hate all these snitches producers act like bitches
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| When they know they owe me that doe and I’m twice as hungry
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| Get between me and the bread and I’ll eat you alive like lunchmeat
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| Thinking that they can fuck me think not your not that lucky
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| Know that they felt it without a helmet when I’m rougher than rugby
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| Split 'em into sections do intersections dissect them
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| I’m Nervous Wreck and I’m the reason that they carry protection
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| You know a lot a dick heads around here they got that penis envy
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| Forgive my enemies sometimes you gotta take out a friendly
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| Stompin' a thousand deep like a centipede for centuries
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| Here’s my legacy
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| You get a diss counter then mention me
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| Nervous Wreck
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| Black Snow |