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Here the Zone
Up the Ave. in his pimp Caddy
at him, backpackers wave
While I that Trick Daddy

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

Rap is a trade, so I got the Old Maid
The only with the phone and fax on the same line
I ain't no CEO, a gift for rap
My cheapskate behavior me rich from rap

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

You date me, you wish dishes for a week, I bullshittin'
Even when I beat-make the Zone's bein'
Hittin' up the dollar bill, all about the Washington's
You're runnin' up to freestyle? My phone bill is

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

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

Yo, what I think of kid's record?
Yo, I that shit was bullshit
You what I'm sayin'?
I'm bein' up honest, I ain't lyin'

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

rappers blow me, askin' for a beat tape
Cough it up, you know me
You platinum in a chat room
Write, and send
I hope your hard crashes
If this shit offend

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

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

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

Still can't pop-lock, can't graffiti write
Like five-O still ain't shit
I still hate choruses, I through hooks
Still scopin' Lucy Liu off the books

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

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

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

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

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