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Taking rappers like hot dice, hot nights in Vegas Got says hate us 'cause they are fucking with the greatest Niggers that pull gats and gats just like potatoes they couldn't break us or take us now fake us take us out, no doubt Make us serve ass with a teck Making bow down like the west side connect I want the ice like cube, so I blast the mac ten But me, I'm throwing up the dub just like dub C Plus we fucks it up on both Don't show clouts when I rip shot, putt niggers in zip Fucking with this hip hop still automatic Yes I smoke Kryptonite, get it right, my is tight Got wicked ways like MR Get the in the night these niggers running loose, get the bodies These in Khakis and not Versace Somebody should have you, son it's on like that With the ice man and I am gone like that
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I got some that I gotta handle See this is kinda risky but I'm gonna have to the gamble they trying to plot a scheme on me Double and triple on me make them bleed for me And how it is going down I be satisfied until I see that ass six feet underground 'Cause you around and pissed the wrong brother off You lied to yourself when you said I was Now that's a no no, with manhole I'll a plan yo That will make your bastards and your wife a widow to battle me that's a sin And be like Toni Braxton and you'll never again 'Cause I hit hard like thunder, straight from the Ground with the sound that will Stevie wonder Hard, but let me MC's like lettuce on the menu Pound for up in this game to be the best Back the up off me motherfucker 'cause I'm stressed wind up in a casket fucking with me You get your ass kicked hit you harder an accident
get down to pleasure And the kid out the treasure Let me measure this here joint 'cause it'll be nothing I'll betcha I'll get it wide open like hosteler Vanilla kobe all of you like kobe And leave you in suspense who done that You with grandma I'll be the last man standing off lyrical I round up one hundred in one city Knock off ninety and a half And that leaves a half that wanna me I'll leave him face down in the Call the paramedics check the body for with anesthetic Total in a mass stocker, hit the creator Set it off like Michael Meyers in a double feature Feature funky rhymes that are to swallow Send your ass until tomorrow, be hoping to escape the horror Now pay attention to today's And in for possession Recognize freestyle confession I'll step aside a case Kojak giving up the evidence but I leave no Yo put the off in a case like mattock Come bumpin' on block And clean your ass up like Dr.
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the incredible party rocker, the heart stopper, hit dropper Hypnotize you all like big Getting everybody with the funky don't stop As I detonate the spot like on your block Like it will be the day that I don't blow up any When you hear me boy gonna beat the I'm killing Registering ten on the when I shake it With the earthquake my taste blowing out your woofers Put you in a state of shock Mick and Mike so get it right Making is the to let you know my click is tight, right We got women up front ass Just stripping want to put on the glass the phat philly as I heat it up like chili Put down the gun son, there is no need for the nine Got the for the barbecue so spark a few hops Watch as I your spot like spartan infatruate your whole block