| Yeah…
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| Yeah…
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| One-Two
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| Yeah
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| He got the Derringer, he got the fifth
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| He got the Panama, he got the piff
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| He like an animal, he got the gill
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| He with the Sufis, and he with a bid
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| He in his mental and physical prime
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| He moving weight, it’s not nickels and dimes
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| He like a DAT in a digital time
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| Aleister Crowley and ritual rhyme
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| Demons and nephilim virtual dream
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| That is a part of the personal theme
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| That dummy give you a verse for a bing
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| That dummy dirty he work with the fiends
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| You doin' nothing I’m licking a shot
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| You ain’t got nothing you piss in a pot
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| You be in a lift and I be in the drop
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| I be with my family, you be with an opp
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Woah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Woah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Woah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Woah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Woah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Woah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Woah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Woah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Woah
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| You been in hiding we went to your house
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| You ran up the stairs and you left from your couch
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| You knew he was there just to dent in your mouth
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| You look like a rat but you dead like a mouse
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| I was in county I went for the ride
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| Hopped in the whip and attempted to slide
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| Used to be peace but the sentiment died
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| You was a thief and the rest of you died
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| He getting money he borrowed like bocce
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| He moving keys just like he Liberace
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| He nice with the hands but he good with the shotty
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| The new projectile gonna rip through your body
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| Out here in Philly it’s cold and it’s dark
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| Nobody smilin' and nobody talk
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| Nine out of ten will be holding a hawk
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| Twenty years later and who would’ve thought
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Woah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Woah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Woah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Woah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Woah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Woah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Woah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Woah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Woah |