| You say you pack mad guns and ain’t afraid to use it
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| Killed over fifty people
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| But only in your music
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| I know a few died laughing listening to it
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| The truth is you couldn’t prove it
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| Foolish excuses
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| You say you aren’t scared of dying, always fighting
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| I say you aren’t violent it’s just a part of your
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| Rhyming
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| You say you’re hard as iron with the heart of a lion
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| I say you have no heart but right about the lyin' part
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| You make lying an art and you’re da vinci
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| Painted a perfect picture and still couldn’t convince
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| Me
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| It’s so lifelike
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| But nothing like your life
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| Got sliced with a knife shot twice in one night
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| They should write a book about you, the stuff you been
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| Through
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| You grew up in a zoo, had a few black and blues
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| You say go and ask your crew they’ll say that it’s true
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| I believe it happened too
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| Just not to you
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| You’re huffin, puffin, ain’t sayin nothin'
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| You say this and that
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| I say you’re just bluffin
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| You’re huffin, puffin, ain’t sayin nothin'
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| You say this and that
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| I say you’re just frontin'
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| You say you’re from the street every chance that you
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| Could
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| Yeah, main street, fans just misunderstood
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| You say you stood on the corner always up to no good
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| You say you’re so hood
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| I say you’re so hollywood
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| That’s where you rub elbows with the movers and the
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| Shakers
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| Heaven knows you’ll get exposed sooner or later
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| You say «I'm a hater»
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| I say you’re a faker
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| You say you’re a gangster
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| I say only on paper
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| It’s pathetic, I bet that you never been arrested
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| You say you got a record
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| Yeah, your label pressed it
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| They’re just protecting an image in which they invested
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| You’re just a method actor being badly directed
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| You’re studying your lines and put em in a rhyme
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| You never did time all your crimes were in your mind
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| And where’d you find that nine, a five and dime?
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| Put down that toy you look like a cowboy
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| You’re huffin, puffin, ain’t sayin nothin'
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| You say this and that
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| I say you’re just bluffin
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| You’re huffin, puffin, ain’t sayin nothin'
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| You say this and that
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| I say you’re just frontin'
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| Now here’s an open letter to the president
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| You say it’s under control, I’m not yet convinced
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| Ever since 9/11 you’ve been tryin to get em
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| Soldiers dying left and right trying to find your
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| Weapons
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| Here’s my suggestion, fight your own battles
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| Put your life on the line so we won’t have to
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| You say you’re patriotic, I say neurotic
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| But when asked about it you try to change the topic
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| You say «have you forgotten» we finally got him
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| Who saddam? |
| What happened to bin laden?
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| You say you been loyal but you been spoiled
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| People dying for you on foreign soil in this fight for
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| Oil
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| I mean freedom, we know the reason, don’t believe him
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| Let’s go impeach him, guilty of treason
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| For leading lambs to slaughter
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| But won’t answer for the sons and daughters
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| But still tell reporters lies your daddy taught ya
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| You’re huffin, puffin, ain’t sayin nothin'
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| «Sorry no questions»
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| And no weapons of mass destruction
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| You’re huffin, puffin, and still ain’t find nothin'
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| So why you got your finger on the button? |