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This is, and Outkast
I'm

I'm out for the big and NO WHAMMIES
You stand it!
Make em feel the impact and I even in Miami
Handlin' my man 'nem in Atlanta

And play me 'cause they know I bring the kinda shit you feelin
As I'm it
I'm like the NBA sore thumb on pawn shop nine,
Bitch I'm for jammin'

Mary, Mary, Mary
Put a mean ass flow on top of bad
I bust through, intrude, move through
Withstand and blows don't lose no traction

I threw a round off flip flop flip flop at em
If a comin clown then I'm going get the cannon
And the get God

Knuckle up boy, don't be no boy
Me and Guillotine we run some niggas in a big boy
Run boy, run that boy
Bitch I'm a send you you can't come back boy

I bring flames to a alarm fire
I wash him up and ring him out and throw him in the
I hit the door, I'm him like southern band
And they tryin' to find something to say about the brother man

I invent em flip em and em
Rhymes set you like I poured King Cobra over ya
Guess what, this is a up
Give me back my before I start pickin bricks up

Garbage mc's run for it
come this way 'cause you can't walk on this side of the yard, (?)
And respect me for it to em
So expect me to lay it down and represent my neck of the

Yeah, like that, ha ha, yeah yeah
and Outkast, ha ha

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If it don't bump off in the you can't rock
If it 808 in the trunk it ain't knock
If you round our neck of the woods you better
'Cause the people on the block gonna show you to drop, ahhhh

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All a the heat rise to the beat
To that nigga spit that street fire
Mystikal, Andre and Big Boi takin' em out of the park like Mcgwire
Sosa, you so so, you brown and like Toto

You're bitch made like
You belong in a soroioty, I'm a you Cocoa
Like candy, go a song with Brandy
But rhyming and double timing, what is you G?

I take my thirteen shot I pray my style is
And you we doin' the big beat oh hell yeah it's gonna be bumpin'
Givin' you somethin' to beat the block with, meet the with
My stamina's incredible so sucka don't try to stop

The Family, merrily
Life is but a dream, I mean a nightmare it's scarin' me
But I live, gotta give one double O percent the rest yeah
That fat sacks gon burst, and you know that, YEAH

Yeah know East Point never stop like that
All the way to

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Hey, what's name?
Andre 3000, the to fear is already here
Must beyond, sounds from the center of the sun
Reason for a gun, one

believer in self-preservation
Aahh, OOF!
In the of confused
of forgotten fate, County of the blues

Street address X Avenue
But why high to the point that I drink
on a new one
Walkin' in my silver boots, need a horn and some church socks

What if I you that even if you made clocks?
Stops, rewinds, see what he finds
re-arrange and change things that's on your mind
Would you swallow like fine wine or butter?

Would you holler that I'm and ask another?
Or take no and run for cover?

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