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They try to say is plastic
I think New York got the most plastic too
Fuck all you comin' out to the Soul Train Awards
With them pop ass headsets around your ears Britney Spears

That's old Bobby Brown and New Edition shit
some old real Michael Jackson shit, I'm comin' with Crazy Vic
Let me hear you to copy my shit, fuck the impact eventually
'Cause there's a lot of corny performin' out there

Fat stomachs, make-up and eye glare, what the do I care?
Niggaz with they ass out, in cheap motels tryin' to fuck
And crash out, motherfuckers ain't networkin', checkin' in
on motorcycles, pickup trucks with license plates on 'em

Bringin' mad from down South, big after parties
turn my phone off, I don't wanna shake hands, meet no-fuckin'-body
Arrogant bastard, no commercial shit, break your
Suck my dick in the world, fuck the critics, I make is a hit

Fuck you motherfuckers tryin' to make
Some old Carribean with that Trinity keyboard shit
shit, that's some old Broadway musical shit
I don't even listen to cartoon shit
Tell A&R and his wife to get out my fuckin' life

27 shots, 27 shots, 27

up, listen to my shit 'cause yo cassette single is gay
Writin' that bullshit, I hear on the radio by these homo everyday
Butter soft, sissy shit, I got the real it like it is pissy shit
Yo is some fake ass gorilla code shit, white suits, mansion yachts
Scared ass nigga doin' videos, buyin' on some boat shit

I tell you straight G, I can't fuck with it, girls messin' with you
shit is wack, any bitch in they right mind
Shouldn't have sex with you, rusty that don't use soap
I fuck around and piss all your leather, faggot ass trenchcoat

Don't ever act hardcore, a suburban nigga, you get serviced nigga
You never even been in a fuckin' fight
Look at old photo album pictures, you's a bunch of hype
Kiss my ass, nobody picked up the mic, untalented bitch
Like you some wild ass, city kid from the projects, who's next?

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Then I really all production out there
That bullshit niggaz programmin', fuck Johnny Hammond, Stitch
That shit ain't you rich, just a packed crowd, low bitches
A bunch of fuckin' dicks, I'd see some ass
A nice with a fat ass

And all you motherfuckers like you Jamaican
American to the core, copyin' that on tour
Y'all niggaz be against speakers with your sore, stank ass boots
With no socks on, fuckin' up the dancefloor, when you ate codfish
And meat I got cousins with Jheri curls in Caddies

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