| I wrote a rhyme to a beat
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| Sipping a Sam Adams
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| Now everybody and they grandma know Atoms
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| Now everybody and they grandma know Atoms
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| Now niggas want war like Edwin Starr
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| But what is it good for?
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| (Absolutely nothing)
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| I’m saying, Ice Ice Baby lost 18 zeros cause he was (Absolutely fronting)
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| Cause fronting’s been see through like Vin Diesel
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| I’m in the back of club smacking up two people
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| I’m in the back with your girl trading sweet secrets
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| Rubbing on your honey and getting them tits leaking
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| And if I’m too slick for niggas, switch to triggers
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| Shoot me up with fifths of liquor, help me out
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| When I’m out pitch hits to niggas
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| And if the club is stuck or lame, punk we heat it up
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| And if your girl say she stuck on brain, we eat it up
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| Cause 'Mu's been cracking since What’s Happening?
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| How you gonna push the shit forward when your ass backwards?
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| Attitudes wanna change when the cash stack up
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| Shoot thangs when they attack using a black magnum
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| Listen… niggas…are you ready for fun?
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| How you gonna front in a house when it’s heavy with guns?
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| Chop up your body have your rolling with chunks, niggas…
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| I wrote a rhyme to beat
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| Sipping a Pale Bass
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| Now everybody and they grandma knows Smash
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| Now everybody and they grandma knows Smash
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| Now niggas want war like Edwin Star
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| But what is it good for?
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| (Absolutely nothing)
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| I’m saying, Ice Ice Baby lost 18 zeros cause he was (Absolutely fronting)
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| You know my health is New York but my elbows are Southern
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| Comfort spilled on my shirt, change the pattern
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| MC’s better eat they veggies
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| I’m Four times Fantastic
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| Unseen, rock hard and flexible
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| Plus my flesh is fire suitable
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| Yo, who you rocking for?
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| To the cats in the front who be acting ill
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| And the chicks in the back with the skirts that peel
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| Haha
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| She’s hoping for my index skill
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| Cause I was backstage up in her Massengill
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| Niggas jerk all night looking for skins to kill
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| Now we wake up with the Morning After pills
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| I think my tongue needs a dance floor
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| Cause my vernacular is like fancy movement
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| And if you ever test my crew
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| You might not live that long to dispute it
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| Put your money where your mouth is
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| I’ll knock your teeth out
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| We don’t play fair, yeah, that’s the street route
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| What’s the beef about?
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| Life ain’t that long
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| Niggas squeeze 'em out you put it in a rap song |