| Yeah Harry!
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| Kool Keith
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| We in here
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| Ced Gee, uh-huh
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| TR, Moe Love
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| You cats are scared to write
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| I can tell by the way you nibble, dash and doggie bite
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| You sweat in the booth, spit negative truth
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| With all your might, look at you scratchin for rank
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| I’m sorry Mr. Strongarm, I can see the way you fight
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| Over hampster food, that’s not right
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| Now I’ma have to urinate in your left hand
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| Teach you how to be polite
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| Stop it, stop it, you hittin me hard~!
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| I don’t like the way you can’t even play right
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| With gigantic pub and news hype
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| You walk the walk, your shoes are too tight, dinosaur metaphor
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| Pack in the back of your Ford Explorer
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| The plaques, 2000 gold records on the wall
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| Ten million people in tuxedos
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| Waitresses with Lamborghinis at the grand ball
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| Yeah! |
| Check it, uhh
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| Now you got niggas that talk good ones
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| You got niggas that talk bad ones
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| Nah I ain’t either/or dawg, son I just carry big guns
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| This rap shit? |
| I do it for fun
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| Now I’m still missin my nigga Big Pun
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| Now I still got you corward niggas on the run
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| Now I still keep 16 bars on the stash son
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| And if I got to spit, the average cat’s career is done
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| Now don’t be stunned, you know youse a bum
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| You been livin off years from my crumb
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| Dawg I saw your mom last night, believe me son
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| She swallowed all my cum, she loved every ounce
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| I smeared all the leftover residue on her face, then I bounced
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| I met my squad at the studio, we put down some heat
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| I know a lot of you cats don’t believe me
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| But y’all the same cats that are scared to walk the streets
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| I’m tired of people talkin what they capable of doin
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| The thing to leave rap quick, the table’s empty in this area
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| What do you bring to
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| When I come you cancel your phone ring too
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| Uhh, yeah, uhh
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| I blaze spots with it, bribe cops with it
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| I purchase platinum things, cop rocks with it
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| Even iced out socks with it
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| Chrome with it, whips with it, dime pieces
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| Disposable Glocks with it, I cop Crist' with it
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| Make flicks with it, we bustlin all the industry dawg
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| That’s how we gettin it, we roll with it
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| Bling with it, flow with it
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| Thug life, son we reinvented it
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| Hit politicians with it, make sure the jury’s with it
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| Hit the judge with it, uhh, the whole team’s acquited
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| We circumvent the rap salary cap
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| Sup my accountant next, yo Ced, how you did it? |