| And this business-
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| Is is a very tough, correct?
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| This is a very danger business
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| And danger is my business
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| And this business
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| You can’t ask
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| And you can’t give any mercy
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| Right?
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| Right!
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| Do-do, do, do-do the woggie war shit
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| Do-do, do-do, do the woggie war shit
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| Do, do the wog-wog-woggie
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| Do-do, do-do, do-do-do
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| Do, do the woggie war sh-
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| There’s a war goin' on outside now, I’m an inhabitant
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| I trake and win the draw to pre-med the up in the cabinet
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| Dressed in dire chique, the Northern city get Nazareth
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| The day joined at platinum, another level, extravagant
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| I pray to God, all of the kaffir, just a contaminant
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| They pray to pagant gods and they paint a picture of arrogance
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| You saw up the dinner, bitch. |
| And then powerful, the protagonist
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| The Montague a-roll and a rock the size of a batholith
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| The equilibrium is the basis inside the labyrinth
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| Cut off what you had, cut off his head and hand him inhabitants
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| And look inside my mind, it’s too horrible, Pao, ever tire of a-list'nin'?
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| The goochie frame is green and the color scheme is a fabricus
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| I put 'em in the kitchen, Poa, that’s a better cook
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| Emits you on a lower level, that’s a better look
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| See, it really doesn’t matter how you raid our take
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| I will hit you with attack, like you dream I’m great, dummy
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| Do-do, do, do-woggie, do-do
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| Do woggie war shit
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| Do, do-do-do, do-do
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| Do woggie war shit
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| Do-do, do woggie war shit
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| Do, do woggie war shit
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| Do, do-woggie, do-do, do-wog-do
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| Do, do woggie war shit
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| God and the words upon a log, coppin' a bird
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| Avidity, y’all, I’m fine, but the clock have a fur
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| Crystal leg, crystal clear, logic is blurred
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| These there goochie prints, town, they’re democracy’s worth
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| Every rhyme on another level, some things to blyme
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| I will lead these motherfuckers 'fool, one at a time
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| It’s Paul McLyde, I’m not a threat, Poa, son is benigne
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| I’m the product of all this destruction, and thunder combined
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| I’m a lion and the lion always hungry for blood
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| You got the mind of a Baltimore, heart of a cub
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| I’m a mercenary, rock island armory slug
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| This there Dr. Feelgood street farmers emunk
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| I think you saw for me, you think my way of thinkin' is cruel
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| I will have his draw, while they’ll be trickin' this fool
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| How you think you’re number one? |
| Don’t know how to win
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| How you say that you are shark? |
| Don’t know how to swim, dummy
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| Do-do, do-woggie, do-do-woggie
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| Do, do-woggie, do woggie war shit
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| Do, do-do, do-do, do
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| Do woggie war shit
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| Do-do-do, do-do, do
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| Do-woggie, do-do-woggie
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| Do, do-woggie, do woggie war shit
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| This is a very danger business
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| And danger is my business
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| And this business
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| You can’t ask
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| You can’t give any mercy
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| Right?
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| Right! |