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

The life he live's a fairy, like, "Tom and Jerry"
My flow is legendary and your style is
Yeah, you need to worry, like Jason, it gets
The words that I spit fit in that category
Is my blurry? My speech is very slurry
Me without Tim is Jamaicans with no curry
And yes, it's necessary, so hurry, nigga,
'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 looking bummy, I don't care if you don't love me
Don't try to come before me, you are a dummy
Repeat, lose your teeth and I would hate to call you gummy
Rainy or sunny, no way, honey
This not a game of Hide-and-Seek, go call ya
It's about get so ugly, and I'ma y'all runnin'
from me, 'cuz you know you are weak

You ain't sayin' nothin', I keep it jumpin'
In your Kenwoods, I'm bumpin' in ya trunk'n
You can say I'm buggin', when I come 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 named Revere
Smokes blunt after blunt, guzzled of beer
He used to swear up and down every of the year
He was gon' smokin', but he never did
Watch y'all huskey, it's about that
ready for the club 'round quarter 'til nine
Couple bottles of hypnotic in the back of the
spit like a girl, but I hit like a guy

Me and Missy ballin' up the
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Music biz only I ain't jackin' fools
You know walk and stackin' rules
Niggas drawin', the streets keep callin'
Drink I'm nice and uh, uh-uh, on'n
I'm bad luck, mad 'cuz y'all suck
Please do not try to fuck this young duck
Please do not try to fuck with this duck

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