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[Wyclef] go Quik

[DJ
I wanna, punch them niggaz gold don't rock
And I wanna, that bitch that told a lie on 'Pac
I wanna right wrongs before I put my coast on lock
So when you see the glock don't you go into shock
If the hood hates me I'll buy your enemies
and have 'em clappin on you shermheads, takin your
you motherfuckers to death, give you the runs
You nice up, before you leak and warm the ice up

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I wanna murder the sniper that shot at Luther King
get rid of the Viagra cause I'm strictly ginseng
Campaign in the if you want progress
Take all the gangs, put 'em up in
is so quick, listen to the ba-bum ba-bum
Brooklyn Zoo, California, with the size of
elephant trunk, trunks, ladies shake your hump hump
Get "Flashlight" cause we crunk like P-Funk

[Chorus:
- I know you feel me
If you up in the let me see you shake your body
like you got no bones and you off the Henny
- easy with the slugs tonight
I'm tryin to meet my wife tonight, make tonight
You don't see yo' body on ice, right

[DJ
Now if I snapped, it was just a matter of
before I into the Mad Hatter, splatter your bladder
On the morning after, you can't refute the
body parts get musty in plaster (ew)
Don't try to call a truce cause I'm comin after you
I don't like kids but I'ma spare 'em; maybe later
add 'em to my harem, and share 'em with the niggaz you the least
That still got it out for yo' ass when you swiped the

[Wyclef
Yo, ever since "The Score" these rappers just bored
So I rap no more; I wrote songs for
Whitney Houston you catch me with Santana
on tour, DipSet'n like Santana
We don't sell we used to sell?
That's they live in America, we get worldwide sales
I'm on tour of the year, you can't see me 'cause
And your career gon' be as long as wedding was, ya heard?

[Wyclef -
California, knows how to
when I land in the
Quik picked me up, freaks in a stretch
Big chronic, me nah smoke sess
But all buddha bless from the East and the West
Throw up yo' set, I don't say often
But we gotta the peace, too many in a coffin
Pour some for my cousins out in Compton

[DJ
I'm not a kingpin, I'm just a man
Strapped to the teeth with a blunt, and a can
no G
Hennessy and Olde E, we run so
86 your concubine, he's an old creep
so weak nigga and your hoes is so cheap nigga
You can't even get a on your own street
I'm at the Lake Park and if you wanna speak