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very necessary, on the contrary
No you do not scare me, is you drinkin' Bloody
But shit, you betta hurry, I have to bury
My is bitchy, 'cuz my period is heavy
I used to drive a Chevy, put twenties on that
My nigga was the shit, but then that nigga left me
And now I'm lovin' Larry, but go with Terri
And Terri is a freak, but it's his baby she carry

The life he a fairy, cartoon like, "Tom and Jerry"
My flow is and your style is temporary
Yeah, you need to worry, Jason, it gets scary
The words that I spit don't fit in that
Is my vision blurry? My is very slurry
Me without Tim is like Jamaicans with no
And yes, necessary, so hurry, nigga, hurry
'Cuz when this drops, you whack MC's will all get buried

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style's very crummy, that's why you have no money
You always looking bummy, I don't if you don't love me
Don't try to before me, unless you are a dummy
Repeat, lose your teeth and I would hate to call you gummy
Rainy or sunny, battle no way,
This not a of Hide-and-Seek, go call ya mummy
It's about get so ugly, and I'ma keep runnin'
Hiding from me, 'cuz you you are weak

You ain't sayin' nothin', I keep it jumpin'
In Kenwoods, I'm bumpin' sumthin' in ya trunk'n
You can say I'm buggin', 'cuz when I out bustin'
That's why y'all be discussin' who I like and who I'm

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C'mon,
C'mon,
C'mon,
Fickidy, uh, uh, uh
C'mon,
C'mon,

I had a little homie named Revere
Smokes blunt after blunt, guzzled of beer
He used to swear up and down first of the year
He was gon' smokin', but he never did
Watch y'all huskey, it's about time
Gettin' ready for the club quarter 'til nine
Couple of hypnotic in the back of the ride
Might like a girl, but I hit like a guy

Me and ballin' up the Avenue
Funky fresh dressed to impress, we mackin'
Music biz only I ain't jackin' fools
You know bullshit walk and stackin'
Niggas keeps drawin', the streets keep
Drink 'til I'm nice and uh, uh-uh,
I'm bad luck, y'all mad y'all suck
Please do not try to fuck with this young
Please do not try to fuck this young duck

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