| Yeah
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| Push the button and the planet blows
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| That aint right
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| Niggas be actin like animals
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| That aint right
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| Bustin cannons when they brandish those
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| That aint right
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| Put the mayor in a stranglehold
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| That aint right
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| What? |
| my firm is intense
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| Leave permanent imprints
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| A nigga was a infant when
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| I learned I was gifted
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| Knew Id be eternally lifted when I get my turn to rip it Certainly did and we still in the shit
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| We forever increase and never decease
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| Saliva flips when a geek endeavor to speak
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| Whenever plea and the four horsemen
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| Kick your doors in You shiverin
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| Like a drunk nigga with no mo gin
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| One more again
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| Rollin with the sons of the sun
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| I got love when I come
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| Put away your gun thats dumb
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| Whe aint sissy nigga my folks got some
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| But I never the one that want to be fuckin up the fun
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| Cause I rather have some female company rubbin me Sippin? |
| bubbly lookin lovely in front of me hah
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| Then I ride out to the hiero hideout
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| And my lady friends slide out
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| Garments regardless if I turn the light out
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| That aint right, that aint right!
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| Curse like a gat burst
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| That aint right
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| Ride to church in a black hearse
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| That aint right
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| Roamin the turf on a crack search
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| That aint right
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| Its all radio music, corny as the rockettes
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| Mindless sex objects make the cock get rock hard
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| So you cant concentrate or see whats next
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| While they spray the pollutants
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| And lock down your district and send in lieutenants
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| Shootin? |
| up your boulevard while you was watchin? |
| mtv
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| Double connect pinched caught you slippin instantly
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| You was a prisioner they plottin on your seeds
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| Souls of mischief is different we operate on thieves they panic more
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| Sniff em out like black labradors
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| Battle ram doors crackin down on your headquarters
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| Avalanche yours til youre buried alive
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| Your homie barely survived the rest is dead caught up Haters want my head shot up so Im preparin to fight
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| Whether aryan knights or sherriffs of vice
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| Nigga Im equipped like a terrorist to tear up shit right
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| In life everythings fair
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| That aint right
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| Thats way a nigga dont share
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| That aint right
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| Your girl left you for a square
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| That aint right
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| And now you see him everywhere
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| That aint right
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| Man Im hella broke and jobless
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| That aint right
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| My sister does mornin topless
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| That aint right
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| The lied to us and robbed us That aint right
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| And if you aint livin right
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| Thats death that aint life
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| As they come in to great depths
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| We surpass the summit
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| Stranglin rhythmic arrangement elements transpose and plummet
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| I take it back to my roots, vast and infinite
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| Composition is crafted intricate, jazz I rip it &
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| Passion indica, smash your syndicate
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| Before they can ask for sentiments and flow tear gas your tenements
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| After I flash the emblem
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| A symbol of the last millenium
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| Who the best boy?
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| Yeah we askin anyone
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| Peg your chest and
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| Crush your velvet, shatter your pelvic
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| Hard hat or your helmet spin in the cockpit of a plane
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| And the tail spins
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| Still my satin smooth
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| Patented moves raps scat and
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| Scoop fatten the groove flatten your crew
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| Could happened to you
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| Word its my propensity to cut back
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| Instantly change direction at my point of attack and leave tracks
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| Dilapidated, handicapped and incapacitated
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| When I ex-sling I silk screen these words in your chest
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| Spit the verbal infernal burn mcs like oakland herbal
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| And I do it faster than the grand national &twin turbo
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| With a jose cuervo
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| That aint right
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| Nah for real though
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| That aint right
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| Prophecy is my offering
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| Fuck profiting off these profligate tales
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| These mental paupers be proffering
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| I await patiently till the time is proper to propagate
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| My intellectual property
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| Concentrated abated then trick ya and release it In synchronous increments
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| Seemingly seamlessly
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| Im a semanticist
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| Prayin like many a mantis is Though Im not meanderin answerless
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| Meditation thats my medication
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| Concentration leads to consternation
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| And conceptual inception
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| Interspersed interjections
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| Incite insurmountable insurrections
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| In the urban sections
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| Stretchin my sharpest weapon
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| Precise etchins of lifes lessons, scaled and detailed to perfection
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| My imagination, the machinations of deceptive perception
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| Come, inspect my collection
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| Man they shootin at the product
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| That aint right
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| I left her at the bus stops
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| That aint right
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| You just a late night option
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| That aint right
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| Man I would never trust no cop nigga
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| That aint right
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| Im getting rich off these tricks
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| That aint right
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| Man fuck that bitch!
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| That aint right
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| You confused and want to switch
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| That aint right
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| And if you aint living right thats death
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| That aint life
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| Poisonin our men |