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Cause I'm rippin, flippin, crippin, like a real one So if rap's wrapped in jack, sweep it under the rug Cause I'm a go above that, beyond the of my fuckin duty Cause all theses corney, foney emcee's now a don't move me So I'm a show it proof g, so waves I got a time pay, stat to dig graves Because I'm burryin emcee's, and sharin ladys Now you rolled are carrying my babies Grab me it hurt no one A broken always hurts someone Grab me it never no one I saw get shot, don't sell guns And still I rip it, flip it, grip it a real one does Rockin, shockin on the stage, with a hella buzz a 5th of ole jimmy beam We fryin emcee's up like some motherfuckin jimmy dean Sausage pattys, and smokin cabbies like no thing more colt's then the 45 king Swingin emcee's like a cow hands And if the guns too loud, oh boy, I'm slittin throats Cause that's the way I like to do holmes Every time I get my on Yeah that's the way I to do shit holmes I stay in one spot, I was born to roam Feel like I got bank, but it's not enough Cause I want more bank see, my grandkids could ever spend So if ya need some cheep slut, then up Most hoe's not to ask for cash, cause I'm a cheep fuck
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