| The mind’s all a flutter, no pigs on the gig
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| No swine for the supper, no wine in the cupboard
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| Everything of mine must show signs of the suffer
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| And keep you oppressed in the utter struggle
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| But keep it all fresh like Tupper
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| One of the tougher gingerbread men out the cutter
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| Skin ain’t Huck Finn but I ain’t nigga Jim motherfucker
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| I’m more like Clubba, from the uppercut of the gutter
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| Never kowtow, I won’t bow down to the bull like Kolkata
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| They ain’t what I’m rapping for I rather be a matador
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| So tartare or rather raw
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| I know that sounds fucked up like a reptoid
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| But it’s no Ruth’s Chris, if I lose, so I choose
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| To keep it seeing red like Crips and Pirus
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| How he the guy who rise to high school
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| Schooled at Cooley High who’s highs denied students
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| Till it’s time to rise up, ride for our views
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| Tired of all the lies won’t to abide by y’all’s rules
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| AKs and IQs 'til my skies are light blue
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| Hey, I must admit it, I ain’t shamed I’m the best, oh
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| They’ve been bitten, that’s why I pissed off the rest, oh
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| Niggas is jealous 'cause what I got restin' on my neck, oh
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| 'Cause it took me from down underground to soarin' like a G4
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| Mug if you want to, bug if you want to
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| Chill if you want to, drug if you want to
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| Build if you want to, joke if you want to
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| Disrespect me, that’s what you won’t do
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| That’s what you won’t do
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| Been around a world and things that I’ve seen
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| These things get turned into things that I sing
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| Things ringing together with similes in between
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| Been mean since a teen, since little green marines
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| I’ve been, mean, jean
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| Ming, green, lean, dream
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| Bending, king, bling-bling, three rings
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| Ring-lings, home owned, oh, is, yeah
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| To move towards it, I had ta route 4 it
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| Like the home team, now I be all in
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| Singing that Queen, Somebody to Love
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| Rhapsody Bohemian, We Are Champions
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| You don’t wanna bite the dust better stay on your scene
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| I drop the lyric whip bible king
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| You can document it Columbine bowling
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| I got the spirit I require no wings
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| A fly MC rivet in my pants, just to buy pearl wings
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| Then wear 'em on the covers of your magazines
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| Feeling real yetti in my size fourteens
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| Trying to
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| Hey, I must admit it, I ain’t shamed I’m the best, oh
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| They’ve been bitten, that’s why I pissed off the rest, oh
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| Niggas is jealous 'cause what I got restin' on my neck, oh
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| 'Cause it took me from down underground to soarin' like a G4
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| Mug if you want to, bug if you want to
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| Chill if you want to, drug if you want to
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| Build if you want to, joke if you want to
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| Disrespect me, that’s what you won’t do
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| That’s what you won’t do
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| I’m performin' mama, hey
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| Now ain’t nobody knowin' me, mama
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| All these hoe’s on me, mama
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| Why the hell you ain’t want me mama? |
| Hey
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| I’m performin', mama
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| Now ain’t nobody knowin' me, mama, hey
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| All these hoe’s on me, mama
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| Why the hell you ain’t want me mama? |
| Hey
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| Success is my friend
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| Who knew that when I grew up I’d be just like him
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| Expect my roar if you reject my whim
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| Erect my law and respect my pim
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| I bring the pain
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| Method Man, I bring the pain
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| S & M shout to Fam-Lay, one of my bestest friends
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| Shine killers send all of your death threats in
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| I’ll just reply with excess wins
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| Please God, correct my sins, and protect my kin
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| As I jet set headrest up and my leg-rest in
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| Let’s go
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| Hey, I must admit it, I ain’t shamed I’m the best, oh
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| They’ve been bitten, that’s why I pissed off the rest, oh
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| Niggas is jealous 'cause what I got restin' on my neck, oh
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| 'Cause it took me from down underground to soarin' like a G4
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| Mug if you want to, bug if you want to
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| Chill if you want to, drug if you want to
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| Build if you want to, joke if you want to
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| Disrespect me, that’s what you won’t do
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| That’s what you won’t do
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| Hey, oh, oh, oh, oh |