[Chorus: + (Chino XL)] that's a fly nigga (I told you so) Daddy come up the rhyme nigga (Yo, I told you so) Lyrically he niggaz (Yo, I told you so) here, bye bye niggaz, ha hah! (Yo, check it out) Girl a fly nigga (Yeah, I told you so) come up with the rhyme nigga (Yo, I told you so) Lyrically he crucifies (Bust it, I told you so) here, bye bye niggaz, ha hah! (Peep it, yo, yo)
XL] Multiplicty, out huntin my Rap's turnin out more proteges than Quincy Jones My style pendergrass never touched the ground My IQ so high it ain't no it's a sound I'm Jim Brown in his day, nigga to tackle I'll leave your brains hangin out like Chris adam's apple I'm so rare, battlin like Africa: Yeah niggaz talk about it but don't really wanna go there I'm hooked in leather, never Create tracks than Brandy and Monica's weaves put together This to whoever if you rhyme a daughter of mine You sound like me so I think my sperm's in your water supply a war to survive I slaughter and mortify Creating a guy be forced and falsified And duplicated and I a girl's bra, menage-a-trois I dont want no men in shit, let's have a
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XL] On everything that I love, I rap genres.. Fatter than Chaka was XL excederin medicine sealed for tamperin Consider me the P of God like Kirk Frank-lin 'em shank 'em and burn they skin Blast for laughs at actions Skill is a blessin you cowards only imagine You ain't an X-Man comic books, you an ex-man like RuPaul Run through y'all y'all stiffer than Ken dolls You start friction? Play Don and King and.. .. end up gettin like Ving Rhames in "Pulp Fiction" My rhymes hot they just might the sprinkler system freaks that Eddie Murphy, call witch you comin up missin Now you gonna listen?! Or do I have to remind I'll punch a hole your chest and give a pound to the man you Killin you and the nigga that signed you like my Dad murder I til it's a torture to me, exhaust like a catalytic converter sad for me to admit I heard of, you, such a fake one There's so gay rappers probably diss me cause I'm the straight one Plus chicks can't trick the light-skinned nigga with the long Nick Cage in an airplane these hoes couldn't +Con Air+
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XL] Yo, yo, you raise up? Now that takes bravery I house like light-skinned-ed Africans durin slavery I detonate crazily, a bomb, military can't me So loose in the cypher I got ashamed of me Fuck who you to be, better reconsider Turned on wrestlin and was like "Chino that's a big nigga" I died a thousand deaths to possess skills such as delivery like where Arabs live: in-tents/intense Sliding in riding inside of limos with tints Been since Timberland trees were seeds; Burger King was Prince Better run for the fence, click clack on all you I shoot blindly like I'm Ray with loaded gats (Shit) The fact is, I'm one of them crazy kids Like Jesus in the army but I earn my like zebras Without the H.I.V. I'm positive you don't wanna I leave rappers confused like homeless cats on arrest
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