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YEAH! (YEAH! OOOHHH!) |
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I don't know what else to say, man. |
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I can't... (whoooo, whoooo!) |
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I can't think of nothin'... |
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I'm stumped! |
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Here we go! (Here we go!) |
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On your feet... (on your feet!) |
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Stand up! (stand up!) |
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Everybody hands up! (hands up!) |
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Uhhh... Man, |
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I don't know, man. |
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Everytime |
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I go to think of something played out to say... |
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You already said it. (you already said it) |
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Haha! Royce! [Royce da 5'9":] |
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I ain't calling names cause - all of y'all the same, plus |
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I'm the king, all my past pain all done changed up. |
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All these plains, all these lames, since the |
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Slaughter's came up |
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Cause they know they hands tied, |
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FEET (whooo!) - |
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BALL AND C |
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HAINED UP! |
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Niggas-be-quick-to-call-me-the-new-50 |
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Cent-because-of-my-relationship-with- |
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Marshall Used to make me a little partial. |
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But here's the brain ****. - |
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We the same cause (same cause!) |
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I'm pro'ly 'bout to fall out with a "young buck" while |
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I ATTEMPT |
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TO **** TH |
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E ****IN' "GAME" |
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UP! PITCH- |
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BLACK! - O |
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NLY THING |
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I FEAR IN |
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HERE IS CH |
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IT-CHAT YO |
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U ARE HEAR |
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IN' BARS L |
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IKE YOUR E |
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AR AGAINST |
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A - KIT-KA |
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T! SHADY G |
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UYS LIKE T |
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HE NAVY, D |
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RIVE, WAVY |
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BYE-BYE MA |
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YBE MY GLO |
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CK - CAN T |
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URN YOUR T |
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OP TO BABY' |
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S MAYBACH! |
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My shit is powerful. - |
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Literally sick. - |
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Trust me, |
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Nigga, it's-ugly-to-kill-a thing-if-the-bigger- |
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I-get-the-more-disgusting |
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And ****in' disfigured it gets. - |
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Niggas expect me to go pop. - |
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Oh, stop! (ph, stop!) |
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Y'all about the champagne, |
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I'm about the toast, |
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I (toast I!) |
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Only **** with mailmen with heroin from |
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Boca Niggas that'll smoke you while you staring in your postbox. (postbox) |
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Only incense he enlightens when he's thinkin' |
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While that sinks in, |
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I got a Brinks ink pen. |
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I'm BACK, |
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MOTHA****E |
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R! - Notice-the-flyness-on-the-cover-of-the- |
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XXL I'm-back-from-the-dead-like- |
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Tobey-Maguire-from-the-"Brothers". ("Brothers"!) |
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How y'all realer? (how y'all realer?) - |
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If I said it, |
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I did it. |
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If I didn't, |
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I seen it first-hand - like a car dealer. (car dealer!) |
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Give up the throne, your lease up. - |
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I am the Mona |
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Lisa! That decoded "DaVinci Code", you throwin' your piece up. |
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Is a waste of fake - like a phony |
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B-cup Nigga, the mistake was like my only teacher. - |
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Wait 'til they get a load of me 'cause! [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"] |
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I've got Gucci's on my feet. |
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Diamonds on my neck! - |
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Diamonds on my wrist! |
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Bitches on my dick, but y'all already said that! |
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Choppers in the trunk. |
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Models in the front! - |
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Bottles in the club! |
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But I don't give a ****, but y'all already said that! [explosion] [Bridge: Eminem] |
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Cause sometimes |
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I feel like it's so hard |
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For me to come up with shitty to say. - |
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Aaaaaayyy! (whoooo!) |
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I'm at a loss for words cause y'all already said it all |
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I think I'm runnin' out of clichés, |
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I'm gettin' writer's block. - |
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Psyche! [Royce Da 5'9":] |
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When I stand up in this booth - niggas notice it |
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Sittin' on the same boat that |
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Noah built. |
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Floatin' on the same water |
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Moses split, |
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Poetry in motion, but we sittin' on your grave site. - |
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Overkill! |
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Aren't you tired? - |
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Why are you so loud? |
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QUIET! Real dudes move in silence - like a mute drivin', |
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A new hybrid! - |
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You dudes is too excited! |
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You a dude that'd try to sue a dude. - |
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That's suicidal! |
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You-will-just-be-another-victim. - |
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I-am-like-a-nickel-of-weed-rolled-in-a-doobie. |
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I'm-a-little twisted, |
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I-roll-like-the-end-credits-in-movies. |
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Y'all just got scripted! |
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Got y'all niggas' bitches bobbin' to this one when she witcha |
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When she with' me, she bobbin', not vibin', tryna put her mind into the inside of my zipper! (zipper!) |
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I'm a seperate with a purpose, havin' problems not a problem, |
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I've encountered, |
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I have found elephants, lions, clowns will |
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Jump through hoops - like they workin' for the circus |
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At the fire round the circle's right in front of them. - |
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Fire rounds! |
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Pun intended, gun extended, what are you mark's askin'? |
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Car's Aston started as a hard-top and |
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I saw past it. |
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Since I decided to start |
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Class diss. - |
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All black, - all glass |
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Panoramic roof been gettin' marked absent. |
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I AUTHORIZ |
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E MY OWN A |
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LL-ACCESS. |
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YOUR BITCH |
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A WHORE! - |
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I'm A CATC |
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H, SHE BAL |
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L-CATCHIN', |
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HER JAW'S |
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BEEN BROAD |
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CASTED ALL |
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ACROSS THE |
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GLOBE FROM |
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THE STORE |
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TO JAPAN, |
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HER PUSSY |
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NEED TO BL |
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OCKED! - A |
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ND REPORTE |
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D AS SPAM! |
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Bong! - Interscope-up-in-this dope and |
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I sell it |
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My voicemail is full, got bitches screamin' inside of envelopes, |
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And they tryna mail 'em to me, tryna reach my phone |
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I don't know which one is harder: tryna not to take your bitch - or tryna get rid of my own? - |
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Ha! [Chorus] [Bridge] [Outro: Eminem] |
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Man, get the bozac. (haha!) |
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We need to start bringin' that shit back! (mad flavaaaa!) |
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Man, **** it! |
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I'm 'bout to catch some wreck... (we in effect, Ronnie, hahahah!) |
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Mad props to |
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Royce for keepin' it real... |
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On the strength! |
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No digity. |
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I'm 'bout to go pull some hoes... (haha!) |
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Get my Mack on! |
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Hah! Haters get the gasface! |
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Hahaha! [beat fades out] |