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Here comes the
Up the Ave. in his pimp Caddy
Look at him, backpackers
While I bump that Trick

Prank-callin' Flex to get a playback
Fuck CD's, year, I'm doin' 8-tracks
on Betamax with SMPTE on the screen
Even Hype Williams can't pimp me off the

Rap is a slave trade, so I got the Old
The only label with the phone and fax on the same
I ain't no CEO, just a for rap
My cheapskate behavior keeps me from rap

'Cause when I'm trickin' at the bar, I in with a furnace
Called you long distance, I was bonin' cell
hella nervous when I take 'em to eat
'Cause I'm out the door when they the receipt

You date me, you wish for a week, I ain't bullshittin'
when I beat-make the Zone's bein' cheapskate
Hittin' up the bill, it's all about the Washington's
You're runnin' up to freestyle? My bill is overdue

So I got a fee style you smoke a bone or two
She don't like me, I'm here to stay stretch marks
Horny, blow me in the key of f
She's mad at the because he's on that shit

But she's totally, completely on his
Hell yeah, baby, Zone Mission V
I return, you how we do
We do no hooks

Yo, what I think of kid's record?
Yo, I thought that was bullshit
You know what I'm
I'm bein' straight up honest, I lyin'

I ain't got no to play with y'all
But I gotta get somethin' off my right now
I want you to pay very careful
To I'm gonna say

Internet rappers blow me, askin' for a beat
Cough it up, you don't me
You went in a chat room
Write, click and
I your hard drive crashes
If this shit offend

But I been since '81, nobody cares
'bout belt buckles nobody wears
Try to save hip-hop, what are you
I just play my part 'cause ain't a damn changed

my herbs get the dime pieces, cool cats beat it
Zone's still zonin' while fools get weeded
Still cradle-robbin', lookin' for your daughter
Step to and lose quarters 'cause my game is out of order

I be like, yo baby, yo baby, 10 years behind
So I still do the runnin' man to up with the times
Still playin' Duck Hunt, [unverified] with the
To spray my ex with gats filled up with bleach, ho

Still can't pop-lock, still graffiti write
Like five-O still ain't [unverified]
I still choruses, I sleep through hooks
Still scopin' Lucy Liu workin' off the

Still doin' shows but wind up kicked out
Feminists are mad 'cause I this dumb bitch out
Still hate rubbers I bone and feel nothin'
2000 somethin' suckers frontin', frontin', frontin'

Keep on
'Cause you're the only man around here who's sayin'
I'd rather not vote at all than vote for crook
Hey, you know I am votin' for that jive-ass
You damn right, damn right, right

I got a little for all them cats out there
90000 dollars a year
Still wanna download my off the net
Instead of the CD, you cheap bastards
y'all, yeah

To all the people that come to my
Who wanna the sound off
'Cause got mad about a little joke
(Fuck y'all)

And everybody else out there that's a of sperm
father shoulda pulled out early
Fuck
I hope you die and go to hell, you son of a bitch