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Motherfucker back, I pursue rap at the pace of a New Jack Miscellaneous numbers and stack grooves Rap I deliver for the hungry and Something different these hollow and grunting niggas is business strictly, step to my business is risky 'Specially when you as bitch as Back to back LP's that sound the same, I surround the With a four-pounded To make niggas dance in the rain, to take a chance in the game Used to break dance, a shame What money do to a nigga If he lose his soul what did a gain?
"Doin' it, doin' it, I am it, C O double M O to the N"
My of thought is that of a hustler, or a nigga with his shirt off Trying to get his off to customers I rap a chip on my shoulder, squeezing Coronas See that say "We gotta get over" juggy shit is over, the war is on I want to be a soldier, I'm holding on, to a culture like Gordon Parks when it's sorta dark For niggas that's with ice, my thought's the ark Performing warming arts some shit for the heart Don't fuck with radio, the charts I could give a fuck what you in a year, nigga, you wack A soft nigga on a hard track, in new rap Generation I "X" cats a Muslim He fell off I pushed him Let his and his weak crew be his cushion I catch him on the streets, in of the bodyguards and rush him
"Doin' it, it, I am doin' it, C O double M O to the N"
You wasn't saying you was a thug before Pac Ten years ago you had a high top trying to be like Snoop released and it became a G thing Claim sets, your ain't got gangs Niggas hate you, they ain't paying you no In a of fagots, your name is mentioned With six degrees, I separate MC's, from a business man that's From a nigga that was or just lived in the hood From what a nigga to what's understood Keep my shit tight them boys in "The Wood" Dick is always like the "Boyz in the Hood" to Dug Inf, No I, Sean Lett, the whole Chi At the some cats give me the cold eye I'm a slap the next one Let him the world is my section for taking You got to aggression
"Doin' it, doin' it, I am doin' it, C O M O to the N"