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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 Flex to get a
Fuck CD's, next year, I'm doin'
Video on Betamax with on the screen
Even Hype Williams pimp me off the scene

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 behavior keeps me rich from rap

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

You me, you wish dishes for a week, I ain't bullshittin'
Even I beat-make the Zone's bein' cheapskate
Hittin' up the dollar bill, all about the Washington's
You're runnin' up to My phone bill is overdue

So I got a fee while 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 Zone because on that shit

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

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

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

Internet rappers blow me, for a beat tape
it up, you don't know me
You went in a chat room
Write, and send
I hope your drive crashes
If this shit don't

But I been rappin' since '81, cares
Talkin' 'bout belt buckles wears
Try to hip-hop, what are you insane?
I just play my part 'cause ain't a damn thing

my herbs get the dime pieces, cool cats beat it
Zone's zonin' while these fools get weeded
Still cradle-robbin', lookin' for your daughter
to chicks 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' Hunt, [unverified] with the temptation
To spray my ex with water gats up with bleach, ho

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

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

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

I got a little message for all cats out there
Makin' dollars a year
Still 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 turn the sound off
'Cause got mad about a little joke
(Fuck y'all)

And everybody else out there a waste of sperm
Your father pulled out early
Fuck
I hope you die and go to hell, you lousy son of a