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Cause I'm rippin, flippin, crippin, a real one does So if rap's wrapped in jack, sweep it under the rug I'm a go above that, beyond the calls of my fuckin duty Cause all theses corney, foney emcee's now a days don't me So I'm a it proof g, so make waves I got a time pay, stat to dig graves I'm burryin emcee's, and sharin their 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 kid's get shot, don't 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 up just like some motherfuckin jimmy dean Sausage pattys, and cabbies like it's no thing Drinkin more colt's the 45 king emcee's like a cow hands rope And if the guns too loud, oh boy, I'm slittin throats Cause that's the way I like to do shit Every I get my gamble on Yeah that's the way I like to do holmes I never in one spot, I was born to roam Feel like I got bank, but not enough friend Cause I want more bank see, than my grandkids could spend So if ya need some cheep slut, then up Most hoe's know not to ask for cash, I'm a cheep fuck
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