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Hand me a little bit of umm, orange pineapple
sip on it, check it out

I got a rhyme, you got a
But my rhyme is better yours
I got a rhyme, you got a
But my rhyme is better than

U-A-C, they get P's and
No I.D., be his P's and
The Late Show, they get P's and
ProfessaNots, get they P's and

Peep the maneuver, how bout the
I sick and you can get the duck, coon
I'm the shit, shit out of luck, tough
I'm the act to follow, housing kids like
Mac like Goines, flows I change like coins
Choyoyoyyoyoyyng, choyoyoyyyyng,
I draw a crowd like blood the 'pint of' technique
And everybody be like, "YEAH!"
Cause cain't a nig dat'll say 'Whoomp, There It Is'
I'm like a mom on 8, over-bearing kids
Shit be like, "Com-mon!" That's my muhfucka (true)
Youse a hamburger, Fuddrucker
Askin me to let us catch up, knowin you cut the mustard
So where's the beef,
I'm as Worthy as James, not that good with
But I do remember your face from this is one taste
Of Chicago, we got mo' many mo' mo' many mo' flavors
Don't come to me, go ask thy neighbor-I'm-a-hood takin niggas under
On the tundra, "they're plain, they're plain"
I'm on a plateau is fat so
just a fan-tasy, for the fans to see
How I land, I'm like a finale
I'm goin back to (why?) cause Cali got bitches check it
Aiyyo Dart this is a

Dee-da-da-da-doo-doo, dee-da-da,
Dee-da-da-da-DOO-doo, dee-da-da,
Side, rock on and
The West Side, we rock on and
Hey yo Chicago, we rock on and
The coast, you gotta rock on and
The West coast, you gotta on and
Ah down South, you rock on and
it "Now you can go!"

Mister Pussy Emcee, get on gone
Get on gone, you MC!
Steppin to me, with dirty feets you'll get defeated
Like Kinte, I'm kin to the Lynn crew
My great, great, done been through
So much in my hemoglobin to be a ill nigga
So I like a father... that I'mma Turn This Mutha Out
But Common you ain't hittin in New
I don't know you thought hops, but chief I got tall props
Some cats think I'm six I'm so deep
Some stunts be thinkin I'm six-fo', my be hittin like switches
Bitches, ask, why my, britches, sag
I ask the bitches, "Why titties saggin?"
Put your nipple to the bottle I bust like breastses
I can get down, like pessimist
"Ring the Alarm", I got Charm like a
Tell the truth, tell the truth, y'all had to your neck to this
Didn't you, you and it, and it, and it
And it stop, bust it