| Why all these lames wanna riff?
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| It’s an ass-kickin' party and your name’s on the list
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| She keep my name on her lips
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| Good year like my name on the blimp
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| I get insane off the rip
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| Flip, let the beef cook like the flame on the rib tip
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| Goin' out in a blaze with the biscuit
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| Got the streets hooked like the 'caine that you sniffin'
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| Why? |
| Why would you ever go against it?
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| If I gave a fuck about you it’d be borderline offensive
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| It’s senseless, stalkin' on my page and my mentions
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| Walkin' on eggs and you soundin' all defensive
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| Hear dogs hollerin'
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| That’s your ego talkin' and you’re listenin'
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| When it get to whisperin' them snakes start slitherin'
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| Rappin' how they’re rich and all their jewelry is glistenin'
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| Your mortgage underwater like I walked in on a christenin'
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| That’s why, I don’t fuck with these niggas, nope
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| I don’t fuck with these niggas, nope
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| I’m smoother than a criminal
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| I never trust niggas with no books in the livin' room
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| When there’s no electricity, what the fuck is digital?
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| Beyoncé married Jigga but they think we all jiggaboos
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| Don’t get confused by the lyric
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| Protector of my city, stand alone on the citadel
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| Wake up in the mornin', say a prayer cause I’m livin' well
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| Proof of a miracle, it’s spiritual
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| These niggas go from robbin' punchlines, to bein punchlines
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| For lunchtime, you ain’t got the heart when it’s crunch time
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| Soldiers gettin' shot on the front line
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| If every soldier was brave, there’d be no word for valor
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| The nerve of these cowards, who are you, the herb of the hour?
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| I treat my girl like horiculture, I’m preservin' the flower
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| That’s why, I don’t fuck with these niggas, nope
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| I don’t fuck with these niggas, nope |