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I got three-oh-fo's in On section eight, with one-eighty-sevens Sport a Marilyn Manson when I die and go to Heaven a beady, scrape my lungs, smoke the resin
Remember the name Ras Get to clownin' y'all punk bitches 'cause I'm a Mac, Ronald I Mac make money and mack murder wack rappers My Makaveli verse Bomb First, the gat cha
When I get at cha, the situation before you ever reach your senses Got so-called writers, crashing brick fences Like my name was Al Fayed so you die, like that princess
If you lookin' for sympathy, you look between R and T In the fucking see the object of the game is to win Stack some ends, sippin' Whip a and leave it to your next of kin
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I freak I eat like Al Pacino You don't me baby You ain't happy, you need some Now you in my properties but you have to pay my
For the lowest in my character I'll the highest place in the house when I rock Like the Quaran, fuse hot, fluid flavor like billion cube Been way since I was fourteen
And like this I been runnin' without the use of Sports creme Rippin' up tracks immigrant Chinese, peep the game I lay I'm grim, I over my brow when I rip Never write with slim fingertips
Each syllable you to use Is light as a Keep tryin' to go But all you're gettin' is a golden
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Pick a card any card, I bet you pull it Golden State, number one a bullet It's three molly they ever stop? not Pull your spine through mouth And watch your drop
Look, now if it for the West rap niggaz wouldn't need a vest around they chest Keep bustin' about where you And what you own and you drive So the day some come for you I'm really not surprised
Mr. Black Willis, please don't kill us I show mercy like Kevorkian, a scorpion We sting you from and put it in you, so meet me at the venue Put you on the spot to put you on the
Fricasseed emcee, we be the ones keep the pussy hot Xzibit life, like a bull inside a china shop everything, see you ain't even got a dime to drop Go ahead and call the cops, you ain't nathin'
Jerry out the studio, then Suge Knight you To the parkin' lot, niggaz ain't ready for all this we got Picture yourself crushin' Xzibit with tough talk That's like Christopher Reeves the crip walk
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