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No you do not scare me, is you drinkin' Mary?
But shit, you hurry, before I have to bury
My attitude is bitchy, 'cuz my is heavy
I to drive a Chevy, put twenties on that baby
My nigga was the shit, but then stupid nigga left me
And now I'm lovin' Larry, but go with Terri
And Terri is a freak, but it's his she will carry

The life he live's a fairy, like, "Tom and Jerry"
My flow is legendary and style is temporary
Yeah, you need to worry, Jason, it gets scary
The words that I spit don't fit in category
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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Your style's very crummy, why you have no money
You always looking bummy, I don't care if you don't me
try to come before me, unless you are a dummy
Repeat, you'll lose your teeth and I would hate to you gummy
or sunny, battle no way, honey
This not a game of Hide-and-Seek, go ya mummy
It's get so ugly, and I'ma keep y'all runnin'
from me, 'cuz you know you are weak

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

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

I had a little homie Paul Revere
Smokes blunt after blunt, guzzled 40's of
He used to swear up and down every of the year
He was quit smokin', but he never did
y'all huskey, it's about that time
Gettin' ready for the club 'round quarter nine
Couple bottles of in the back of the ride
Might spit a girl, but I hit like a guy

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

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