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Here comes the
Up the Ave. rollin' in his pimp
Look at him, backpackers
I bump 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 Hype Williams can't pimp me off the

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

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

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

So I got a fee style you smoke a bone or two
She like me, I'm here to stay like 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
yeah, baby, Zone Mission Part V
I return, you how we do
We don't do no

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

I ain't got no time to play with
But I gotta get off my chest right now
I want you to pay very careful
To what I'm say

Internet blow me, askin' for a beat tape
Cough it up, you don't me
You platinum in a chat room
Write, and send
I hope hard drive crashes
If this shit don't

But I rappin' since '81, nobody cares
Talkin' 'bout belt buckles nobody
Try to save hip-hop, are you insane?
I just play my part 'cause ain't a damn thing

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

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

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

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

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

I got a message for all them cats out there
Makin' 90000 a year
Still download my shit off the net
Instead of buyin' the CD, you bastards
Fuck y'all,

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

And everybody out there that's a waste of sperm
Your father shoulda pulled out
y'all
I hope you die and go to hell, you lousy son of a