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**! |
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Brick city, yo |
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Yo, yo funk doc straight lunatic since young |
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I ate paint chips the rare moon |
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That pair mics, my maintenance |
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I battle you and then me and meth exchange shifts |
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For money, to your house arrest anklet |
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I take it all, if not, here's a thousand |
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Bricks, be shooting fair ones with bail bonds men |
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I'm constant, on that paper chase |
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Blow zip codes from bricks to 8-1-8 |
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Doc serve til you lickin' the plate |
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Battle royal, in the ring smoking like doc out of oil |
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Fire thrown to the roof of you apartment |
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Hit 95 then I hide with the waltons |
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Down south, the forty-four feela |
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I'm a dolo **, you a polo ** |
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I'm an uptown shopper, you a soho ** |
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Westside highway running, homo ** |
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I'm the sultan of the ghetto |
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The homicidal aficionado |
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I empty **s out like cristal bottles, uh |
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When I battle, I'm breaking bentleys down to gravel |
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I got the heat right here, we ain't got to travel |
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I'm bigger than producers, I figured out you losers |
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I knew my longevity confuse ya |
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Big paper game, come on run into these flames |
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Recognize the power of the royal king james |
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Phantom menace, that's why **s make faces like they drinking guinness |
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When they realize I'm not finished |
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I've been paid, I've been platinum, been spittin', uh |
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Been eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm **tin' |
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Platinum links, chinky-eyed blonde haired honeys sippin' rainbow colored drinks |
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Black thugs with white minks, ready to jack the brink |
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Bend your little wifee over help her stretch out the kinks |
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That's why ya **s freeze when I step up in the building |
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The godfather's here giving blessings to his children |
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Carats shine, the world all mine |
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Can't believe these cats is poppin' ** about papers in their rhymes |
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Or bodies they collect, black gotti shot a tech |
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Them gangsta visions will have you ** up in an ambulance |
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Cats ain't live, look up in my eyes |
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We can do this one more time, I'll let you decide |
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The alize swigger, I clock twelve figgas |
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Think giuliani's rough I got some real ** for **s |
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Never been defeated, **s retreated |
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Made the choice to be seated until my mission's completed |
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Get loose, get loose, method man get loose |
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What the world gonna do when my dogs get loose? |
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(blaze one) blaze one (blaze one) blaze one |
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Blaze, blaze, blaze one |
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Now four corners, four seasons |
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Four mc's with four reasons to bring this game to its knees |
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And why you down there, ** ** ** |
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My whole motto is ** it |
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Hit the smoke shop and blow my budget |
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Mc's abusing my **, using my ** |
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I'm hanging off the roof with one hand, losing my grip |
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Now y'all don't wanna see me do that, now do you? |
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Go straight cuckoo and terrorize rap, do you? |
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I do my best work stressed out and under pressure |
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Deep inside the mind is where you'll find my buried treasure |
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I'm still wild, still tical |
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Still gritty style, foul, crimi-niminal, individual |
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Sing a song of sixpence |
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Pocket full of chits |
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Too many rappers be on john gotti's ** |
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Now this is something that we don't rehearse |
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Put that rap ** second, and hip-hop first |
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Easy, ain't nann **s spitting like me |
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Nor murderers mother****in' inc |
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**s will pass me, look me in the face, ask me |
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Are y'all really holdin' weight or did somebody gas me? |
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Ja be the myth, reggie hand me the fifth let me explain |
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Your lil' man made me give him a lift |
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So you ridin' with gangstas |
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I'm up to a whole lot of other ** |
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Murderers is the clique, **s can't deal with |
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Try it (hataz) you gonna get yours to the heart |
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Lesson tonight by the four-four |
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**s want more than a little bit, hot ** |
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L.l. an red |
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Ja rule with hot nix I'm the best at that ** |
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So **es explain this |
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We ride ** so well, head game from hell |
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I love making them yell, my name |
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Rule baby, and ain't ** gon' change, uh, uh |