| Vast Aire:
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| I wrote a rhyme to a beat sippin' a Sam Adams
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| Now everybody and their grandma know Atoms
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| Yo, now everybody and their grandma know Atoms
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| Yo, now niggas want war like Edwin Starr, 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 frontin')
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| Camu Tao (of S.A. Smash):
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| Cause news been sequel like Vin Diesel
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| I’m in the back of the club smackin' up ten people,
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| I’m in the back with your girl trading them sweet secrets
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| Rubbing on your honey and getting them tits leakin'
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| And if I’m to slick for niggas I 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 pinch hits the niggas
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| And if the club is stuck on lame, punk, we heat it up
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| And if your girl say she’s stuck on brain, we beat it up
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| Cause Mu’s been crackin' since What’s Happening!
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| How ya gonna push your shit forward when your ass backwards
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| Attitudes wanna change when the cash stack up
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| Shoot things when they attack using them black magnums
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| Listen, niggas are you ready for fun?
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| How you gonna front in the house when its heavy with guns
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| Chop up your body have you rollin' with chunks, niggas
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| Camu Tao (of S.A. Smash):
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| I wrote a rhyme to a beat sipping a Pale Bass
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| Now everybody and they grandma know Smash
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| Now everybody and they grandma know Smash
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| Cause niggas want war like Edwin Starr, 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 frontin')
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| Vast Aire:
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| You know my mouth is New York, but my elbows are southern
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| Comfort, spilt 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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| Rock hard and flexible
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| Plus my flesh is fire suitable,
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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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| She’s hoping for my index skill
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| Cause I was backstage up in her Massengill
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| Niggass drunk 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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| Camu Tao (of S. A Smash):
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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’s that’s the street bout
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| What’s the beef about life ain’t that long
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| Niggas squeeze 'em out you put it in a rap song
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| Vast Aire:
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| I wrote a rhyme to a beat sippin' a Sam Adams
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| Now everybody and their grandma know Atoms
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| Yo now everybody and their grandma know Atoms
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| Smash Brothers, Atoms Fam
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| Cause niggas want war like Edwin Starr, 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 frontin') |