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You can try to throw salt, but I keep my face on
And the only thing on your is stalkin' more digits than a telephone
Me and thirty-nine thieves out of white Hummer
From Compton, your crew get Dumb and Dumber

Grew up straight out of low cash CB fo'
Now I got dough and you got one night like gangsta, yo
See on the low all gravy
But the of this new world order is about to drive me crazy

And all you is the Lex and gold Visa
Bomb singles and stackin' your chips Pringles
While my jack for platinum plaques
Quicker than one time Black's

I twist and sip yac
Plus, the Invisible Man got my like a spine
So, why you all up in
Keep the money and the fame 'cause all I really hold
Is my artistic and control of my soul

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Ain't no tellin', most women are still waitin' and
Most of my is ex-felons
In two decades, rap went Planet Rock to crack rock
Now, everybody got a glock and it don't stop another brother drop

That's why I poured out a little drink for the Pac
What's a line between love and hate?
A million in the bank and you still can't escape
It's a small world, after all, you're claustrophobic, you breathe

So store your ball Christopher Reeve
It's the hater in you makes you criticize me
'Cause if you handled business then yo ass would see
is still crackin'

And I'ma get the out their seat
this was a car jackin'
They say the is to be sold, not told
You can keep your bankroll, I want control of my

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My jaws flip across sixteen bars Dominique Dawes
But without no flaws, broke a M.C. Law
See, I was wack rappers at the school
When Bruce Lee was scrappin' with Abdul

You got into triple beams and guns, you gon' shoot
I a million rappers in the same Versace suit
Or the pair of locs, that's probably why you're broke
And your backstage and your pass got revoked

Scrappin' or rappin' what you to happen?
If I ever come up you the first one I'm jackin'
It's thieves in the area aircraft carrier's
We're launchin' and Anti-Wack Maf Machines

Michropone, sittin' on my vocal
Sendin' busta's to the like Thuggish Ruggish Bone
the C O O L I O, well I, won't fold
When I'm controllin' my

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