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This is a Misdemeanor
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It's necessary, on the contrary
No you do not scare me, is you Bloody Mary?
But shit, you betta hurry, before I have to
My attitude is bitchy, 'cuz my period is
I used to drive a Chevy, put twenties on baby
My nigga was the shit, but then that stupid 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 he live's a fairy, cartoon like, "Tom and Jerry"
My flow is legendary and your style is
Yeah, you need to worry, like Jason, it scary
The that I spit don't fit in that category
Is my vision blurry? My speech is very
Me without Tim is like Jamaicans with no
And yes, it's necessary, so hurry, nigga,
'Cuz when this album drops, you whack will all get buried

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

You sayin' nothin', I keep it jumpin' jumpin'
In your Kenwoods, I'm bumpin' sumthin' in ya
You can say I'm buggin', 'cuz when I come out
why y'all be discussin' 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 named Paul
blunt after blunt, guzzled 40's of beer
He used to up and down every first 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 hypnotic in the back of the
Might spit like a girl, but I hit a guy

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

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