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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 calls of my fuckin all theses corney, foney emcee's now a days don't move me So I'm a show it proof g, so make I got a full time pay, stat to dig Because I'm burryin emcee's, and sharin ladys Now you rolled hoe's are carrying my Grab me it never no one A broken home hurts someone me it never hurt no one I saw kid's get shot, sell guns And still I rip it, flip it, grip it a real one does Rockin, shockin on the stage, with a steady buzz a 5th of ole jimmy beam We fryin emcee's up just some motherfuckin jimmy dean Sausage pattys, and smokin cabbies like it's no Drinkin more then the 45 king Swingin like a cow hands rope And if the guns too loud, oh boy, I'm straight 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 never stay in one spot, I was to roam Feel like I got bank, but not enough friend Cause I want more bank see, than my grandkids ever spend So if ya need some cheep slut, speak up hoe's know not to ask for cash, cause I'm a cheep fuck
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