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The is back!

So I a one-year hiatus
nobody heard my latest
You Mix-a-Lot was through
But I'm back; this on you
What happened to all the old
When the gets funny it's lonely
My ex turned a slut
Down at the Hollywood, slangin' butt
Cheap perfume and a
Girl, what's your of work?
Now that I'm rollin', you wanna roll me
But have you been to the lately?
you had six condoms, see
Today you got
Tossed you out a paper sack
This brother Sprung On The Cat
What about all the old
I got paid so they call me
But I to lay it low,
When a brother like you me I can't flow?
So here we go, bro, the of the Flow Show
Let you know, I and get mo'
I yank the bank and I been ganked
Cause my back you're to shank, but no thanks!
My shows pain and strain as I stand in the rain
With this fame, you go
The I run is not fun to some,
And now I no one!
The is back!

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wants revenge
But I your oxygen
When the game got you ran
Now in my you stand
for a few hun?
Son, fun meets my gun!
Now you scream you're true
Boy, you need to chill that!
Cause I'm an e-qual de-stroyer
My gat's my
Last you's a stick-up kid
And this week you're in biz
Standin' on stage, another wanna-be
Wanna get paid, so you're as balck as you be
Throw up a peace sign, fakin' the
Run out of lyrics, scratch in a Malcom X
Hypocrite, hits break the bits
The boss of lays pain when I spit
Criticized, cause I'm takin' the
And now you're tryin' to tell brother what to wear?
Come off tip, you know how it goes
Another gets shot and punks blame it on gold
ropes? Naw, that ain't your problem
The job of a is to find em and solve em
Now crying bout what a brother owns
King so you could buy your throne
I ain't got time to take in reverse
You or the KKK, worse?
You told me to low in my ghetto
And so did the Klan, so up, bro
Why do you think brothers is dope, fool?
America, boy, the rules!
Play that hard and say you ain't with that
And everything you're cryin' bout on your contract
Talked about me bad, it's for the payback, black,
The is back!

I'm back.

I don't the meaning of trust
I gotta so I do what I must
Some girls'll cross you when you're
That's why I'm my own boss
run you down with stress
If spring on the butt and chest
I'd rather be on the ducat
And put damn freak in my bucket
I deal women, not girls
Cause them young ones'll shake your
I'm tellin' it it is
Cause a brother Mix ain't losin' his
I got two or three clowns
try to kick me when I'm down
But I come up, they all play dumb
All of a sudden, we, not one
I zip up lips when I these hits
I'm equipped to make misfits
Young bucks all duck cause jaws are gettin' struck
The gets chuched, so wussup!
I ram and my jams in the mouth of a man
I'm kickin' quicker than Van
Face the facts, two platinums
off, fool, or get cracked!
The is back!

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