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Just got off the payphone, on a three-way line, eightball and tony draper
Askin me for a Now let me take it from the top I touch your knot, with the rubber Then I take your title, nigga, fuck spot Peace to the players who crush a lot, but they call me canibus I bust a lot You can my cock, and got the same transmitted disease your mother got Being a favorite with me right before she was to pop She came home at four o'clock, was shot, she was me on top I told the bitch to keep the door locked, I know heating up hot Because I touched the sure spot, you got and dropped I punch you in the You talk dirt, you get dirt thats how I on niggas networks You think best works? you think you can't get hurt? The bitch in you, makes you run for cover I spit at you A zone allen iverson couldn't dribble through Rapid fire syllables, you gotta bribe me a mill or two To me from killing you with the lyrical All you executives ampin ? answer? wreckin shit See, what goes comes around, bitch