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

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

And all you want is the Lex and Visa
Bomb singles and your chips like Pringles
While my rhymes for platinum plaques
than one time Jack Black's

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

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no tellin', most women are still waitin' and sellin'
Most of my homies is
In two decades, rap went Planet Rock to crack rock
Now, everybody got a glock and it stop till another brother drop

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

So store your like Christopher Reeve
It's the hater in you that you criticize me
'Cause if you handled your business then yo ass see
Nineteen-ninety-seven is still

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

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My jaws flip sixteen bars like Dominique Dawes
But without no flaws, never a M.C. Law
See, I was wack rappers at the school
When Bruce Lee was scrappin' with Abdul

You got into triple and guns, you ain't gon' shoot
I seen a million in the same Versace suit
Or the same pair of locs, that's probably why broke
And your backstage and ghetto pass got revoked

Scrappin' or what you want to happen?
If I ever come up short you the first one I'm
thieves in the area like aircraft carrier's
We're launchin' F-15's and Maf Machines

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

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