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We have such to show you
This isn't for eyes...
AaaAAAA, the is back!

The is back!

So I a one-year hiatus
Ain't nobody my latest
You thought Mix-a-Lot was
But I'm this boot's on you
What happened to all the old
When the gets funny it's lonely
My ex turned into a
Down at the Hollywood, slangin' that
Cheap and a mini-skirt
Girl, what's your of work?
Now I'm rollin', you wanna roll with me
But have you to the clinic lately?
you had six condoms, see
Today you got
Tossed you out like a sack
brother ain't Sprung On The Cat
What all the old homies?
I got paid so they me phony
But I to lay it low,
When a like you tells me I can't flow?
So we go, bro, the leader of the Flow Show
Let you know, I and get mo'
I yank the bank and I ain't been
Cause my you're trying to shank, but no thanks!
My face shows pain and strain as I in the rain
this fame, you go insane
The I run is not fun to some,
And now I no one!
The is back!

{Big in effect, I ain't bluffin'!} I'm back!
boss is back!
{Big boss in effect, I bluffin'!}
{Big boss in effect, I bluffin'!}

wants revenge
But I want oxygen
the game got thick you ran
Now in my you stand
for a few hun?
Son, your fun my gun!
Now you you're true black
Boy, you to chill with that!
Cause I'm an op-por-tu-ni-ty de-stroyer
My gat's my
week you's a stick-up kid
And this you're in show biz
Standin' on stage, black wanna-be
Wanna get paid, so you're as as you gotta be
Throw up a sign, fakin' the rhymes
Run out of lyrics, scratch in a Malcom X
Hypocrite, your break the bits
The boss of brain lays pain I spit
Criticized, cause I'm the dares
And now you're tryin' to tell brother what to wear?
Come off that tip, you how it goes
Another brother gets shot and punks blame it on
Gold ropes? Naw, ain't your problem
The job of a rapper is to em and solve em
Now you're crying what a brother owns
King died so you could buy throne
I ain't got time to take steps in
You or the KKK, who's
You told me to low in my ghetto
And so did the Klan, so up, bro
Why do you brothers is sellin' dope, fool?
America, boy, the rules!
Play that hard and say you ain't with that
And everything cryin' bout money on your contract
Talked about me bad, it's for the payback, black,
The is back!

I'm back.

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

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