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

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

Rap is a trade, so I got the Old Maid
The only label with the phone and fax on the line
I ain't no CEO, a gift for rap
My behavior keeps 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 ain't
Even I beat-make the Zone's bein' cheapskate
up the dollar bill, it's all about the Washington's
You're up to freestyle? My phone 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 like stretch
Horny, me in the key of f sharp
She's mad at the because he's on that shit

But totally, completely on his dick
Hell yeah, baby, Mission Part V
I return, you how we do
We don't do no

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 to play with y'all
But I gotta get somethin' off my 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 know me
You went platinum in a chat
Write, click and
I hope hard drive crashes
If this shit offend

But I been rappin' since '81, nobody
Talkin' 'bout belt buckles 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 these get weeded
Still cradle-robbin', still lookin' for daughter
Step to chicks and lose quarters 'cause my game is out of

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

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

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

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

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

To all the that come 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
father shoulda pulled out early
Fuck
I hope you die and go to hell, you lousy son of a