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Uhh, no to sleep 'cause if you sleep you don't eat Gotta hold heat, just to make ends Niggas livin on the street while other niggas wit you it aint aight wit me Right, gotta make money all my stay fuckin bitches many types Yeah you know what I'm talkin Yup, stay these bitches out Dick em down dick em out somethin down whenever my dick's out They know me so restructure and reroute They me from Washington to down south All the way to London to my Common house Right, it's like a game we never out, out, out, out...
Nigga no doubt, nigga get live or get the fuck out Word up, be about what you about dogg Knowhatimsayin, just play at your own Act like you know bitch I'm on some shit It's the Thelonious, microphonist You us, this rap shit we 'bout to own it You know it, 'cause you can feel it in your Say it
I'm 'bout to let my mind (Com, say it) Get your third eye game, I assemble dope... Ness, a nigga that's fresh as the Studied rap shit, no need to mic test You can it in your chest Your B I, feel it in her Plus you, rhyme like a nigga wit his nipples We lick off in the streets and real niggas hear us Dreamin when I this, box me if I go too wild Still doin this shit like dude in style Invitin wack niggas to I "Trick Daddy" emcees and I know, "Nann Nigga" Who can take it where I it You better go God like Mase did Leavin crowds I move em above clouds whether on some the earth? shit Or style you can feel it in your body y'all you can feel it in your body
Like if a 12 gauge shottie shell hit your You want no one to find your ass a hobby copy, niggas tryin to clone us You know us, Thelonious, super You know this, rap we 'bout to own it dun, for real
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Yo we do it and we quit Sucka you don't want it, it's Thelonious Ownin this rap shit, super microphonist, and we known to I spit fire like Esther on and Son did I'm raw dude, juice than Sunkiss You this, so MJ kept sayin the rhyme flawless Shit fly like MJ in his prime, "Off The Wall" wit I'm grabbin my balls when I rhyme, nine bustin plus Ball all the time, now stay on your mind great sex You aint on my mind I'm thinkin paychecks large like an Adex Avirex jacket Yo the gods bust like latex sex packets they don't rhyme and ball, they lyin' to y'all They dyin' to ball, the rhyme we do all the We do all the fine bitches they fall in Me and my mans is somethin the Source Sports We gettin a long time and y'all short My niggas bounce and full and y'alls fall You funny doo, 'cause really you you can do me When you roll a 500 that's a 320 of let somebody else hook it Numbers look crooked like Kong shook it I'm from where niggas bang gats when they That's how play, don't let it be a holiday Thelonious niggas, if you testin us we get you back Show you the of a pay back