| When I was young I used to wonder, why you lookin at me?
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| Cause I’m gifted I’m different, I still ask why? |
| why you staring at me?
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| Cause I’m something to see. |
| ok, ok, now why?
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| Why you looking at me? |
| cause I’m a wierdo, still though ill flow, and so
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| Why you staring at me? |
| cause I’m something to see
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| They didn’t stare much, before I fucked my hair up
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| In 11th grade, when I had bare nuts
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| And the principal told me to get a haircut
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| Cause I was distractin kids, but when a nigga was rappin
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| Chumps would flare up
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| Cause I was dope and plus a sight to see
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| Mighty twice exciting, the night sky thing, with dykes inticing
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| A sight, just the mic and me
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| I bring nice things when I write the fightings, igniting
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| When a nigga wanna get up in the face of the spikes and see
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| Cause I’m diff-erant diff-erant, trippin is what this nigga want
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| This is when pistols get to clickin
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| The sick one hit the dump
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| On suckas I bring the chrome rukus
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| When I go, yeah I’m back niggas on track making stacks, fat figures
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| Even though strangers rap, we still cap pillaz
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| I’m miraculous, such an activist, I blast a bitch and cause disaster
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| If I’m deffinatly trip I’m smashing in shit
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| Heart throb, never, black and ugly as ever
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| Black and shiny like pattent leather
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| However, I stay gucci down to the boots
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| The booth is the only place I feel I got to tell the truth
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| Ok
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| Its like a gift and a curse
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| Me and people get funny looks from them first, then their women
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| When I’m traveling get the dip on their turf
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| See what I’m working with then dip in their skirt
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| Ima bend em
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| They used to shake me off like I was dandruff
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| Now they want me in the middle, like the meat on their sandwich
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| Mr. two-tone, famous now that you grown, mr. |
| getting to big for the city now
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| that you blown
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| Used to look at me like I was putting on a side show
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| Now they know vitiligo, in every city I go
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| Still the funny lookin fat kid on the inside
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| The difference is now a niggas world wide
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| Why do they stop and stare?
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| Helling to oh me
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| I’m still the same ole playa, that’s all that I can be
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| Cause when I ride through the hood these days
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| Niggas don’t feel the same, cause when you turn your radio on
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| Your prolly gunna hear my name
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| Tell your bitch to pick her jaw off the floor
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| Shorty been gawkin and starin and all since I walked in
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| Its prolly gunna be causin a problem
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| A nigga been watchin and jockin hard and licking her chops
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| And shes looking at me like a piece of meat shes fittin devour
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| Now I’m a sensible fella, never have I been a sucka
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| That’s why I’m gone kick the bucket, before a ho game I trust
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| Because all the same hoes who ain’t ever paid me no nevermind
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| Is all trying to perform a horizontal grind in this bed of mine
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| Cause they know I’m from another time, I’m ahead of mine
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| And I’m fittin to blow off all the rhyms from this head of mine
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| Another nigga ill as me, please you will never find
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| Someone on my level I’m not yet even in my prime
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| Uhh, they used to act like they never seen me
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| Now the same haters looking at me like they never seen me
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| Yeah and if your girlfriend ain’t never seen me
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| Better handcuff her might dead her if you let her see me
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| Phenom! |