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Hand me a bit of umm, orange pineapple juice
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, get they 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

the maneuver, how bout the Heim-lich
I sick and you can get the duck, coon
I'm the shit, you're out of luck, tough
I'm the act to follow, housing like Ronald
Mac Donald Goines, flows I change like coins
Choyoyoyyoyoyyng, choyoyoyyyyng,
I draw a like blood with the 'pint of' technique
And there be like, "YEAH!"
cain't near a nig dat'll say 'Whoomp, There It Is'
I'm like a mom on 8, over-bearing kids
Shit they be like, "Com-mon!" That's my (true)
a hamburger, I'mma 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 someplace is one taste
Of Chicago, we got mo' mo' many mo' many mo' flavors
Don't just come to me, go ask thy neighbor-I'm-a-hood takin niggas
On the tundra, cause "they're plain, plain"
I'm on a that is fat so
just a fan-tasy, for the fans to see
How I land, I'm grand a finale
I'm goin back to (why?) cause Cali got bitches check it
Aiyyo this is a sickness

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

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