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1] Dear Lord, have mercy on my clips Give 'em half, it that banana splits But my halves is like a banana 6 Do these bananas have any idea who they on the planet Apes, yeah you bananas to the That mean your got a banana in her face And wine on her chin, get these heathens off of my And all of these up off my rims Tryin' to take the up off of my Benz SLR, please Niggas 'bout to go to work so these bitches have to leave roll around with that B-Y, nigga just roll up my sleeve Got body plans, so I karate stance so I open up my chi Lu the boy, too Bruce Lee boy to Doo doo beat like two T-boys with one one me But I can DP it's three more rewards for me or me or me or me or me or me Team me is like meat animals meeting a meteor Dinosaurs, I'm with all kinds of wars Knives and swords, lions, bitin' boars Lightening striking hordes heightened, violence soars [German-sounding was Adolf, reacting to my new shit Translation: how he can't be as evil as Lu get? Well that's cause you ain't Lu, Took two sips of the holy Then I backed up and I around And I bent over and shit I love Jay, that's my I feel sicker than a cruise I ain't competition, I move shit The only opposition is this new These new niggas rappin' like 2 They be actin' like you, man that's-- wheeeeeew shit What happened to the Niggas think they Jappin' they rappin' like they Wayne Rappin' like Chainz I ain't matchin' in platinum But I'm rappin' like I'm smackin' them in the back of him and my antonyms is on 'cain And my heroin is on and my metaphors is on brains My left is in LA but my right foot is in Spain Now we all heard what he said, but he said means we dead And shit is insane He's so crazy, at the little baby Nigga you Nas, nigga you ain't Jay-Z You respect me, you will reject me But I've so much, no matter how far you go, you will reflect me SLR, nigga These niggas 'bout to go to so these bitches gon' have to leave And when the bitch gone, knee shots Your DVD of Dick Jones in your TV and a all on your table. And my bowl's like an ocean And I lay it on by the But it's so strong, when I pull it out, I'm only hangin' on to a on my ankles while I'm hangin' on to an angel Ain't hatin' on that you hatin' wrong, cause you hang on to my angles It's hard being a Lupe fan, go to to be a Lupe stan I ain't sayin' I'm harder, it's just harder when it's in Lupe's hands nigga, Lupe Land, SLR Here we go, FL Hold up, go back to the hard Would say pause, but I was talkin' 'bout my own