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Peace to K. Shabazz, while I get you open like a gash |
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Pass the nickle if you think you can last |
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MC's that slept got caught with the chin check |
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Never slept cause them suckers could have been wet |
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Now I'm here to bring use to my name |
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Used to the slang, producer bang |
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Give me room, cause what I consume makes me gloom |
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To the man that I am, cause I am what I am |
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Those who had soul was told to clap |
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That was back, now it's '94 and I'm back |
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With the Ghetto Dwellas, still rolling with my fellas |
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With the herbs, I'm strutting, there's nothing you can tell us |
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To recall and sing, my peeps who never fronted |
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Back the fuck up while they keep acting like they want it |