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Verse 1:
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Simon says I can make a grip if I unload this clip
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And empty off in another, if I want to get payed
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Aint no games to be played
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Scarface I watch on a daily basis
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Smokin laces
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Goin different places
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Stickin millie in they faces
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No cases
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Lucky me
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Cuzz Simon said im gonna live through the shoot of sellin
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Big budda
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Blunts big enough for a pharmacital distrubtor
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Pimp you tha
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Go down on how many words demanded me
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And Bakari, Evil Ward, PKW
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I ran this
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My shit was landed
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Playa vision was my decison
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Fuckin school cuzz my teachers a fool for followin rules
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When I make that run, when I make that sound when I pop that gun
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Leaving demons numb
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Releasing feecies, piss and cum
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Now my futures looking manic, satanic, forces ran it
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Dammnit, im ?, straight up panic
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And it dont matter none to me cuzz Simon got my head
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Im mentaly dead
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And i'll pump you full of lead
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Just because Simon said
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Chorus:
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Simon says
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Sex, Indiga, Money, Obsession, Neglect
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Oh yea
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Simon says
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Verse 2:
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Bitches, Biancas, and Biatchresses is all the same
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Simon says he already equipped me with hella game
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What did he want from me?
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Small deeds
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And get nothing, but i'll run up in it, all creeds, planting the seeds
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He said I can stick it with no protection
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I know flection, with a hoe with no J on my erection
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Its not a god call, hittin this fraud wall, im just an oddball
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Running back and forth through Todd Hall
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All, these bitches, swingin on my inches
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Thinkin that they gettin white picket fences, on my expenses
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Simon said no worries
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Akuna Matata, but my dick is heated like an anchalota
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Its gettin hotta
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Nobody move, nobody get burned
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Bullshit if I more flex, I guess im on it when I get dressed in the latex
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I bone it
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But I dont cum
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Niggas like me end up dead fucked up naked head
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Just becasue Simon said
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Chorus: 2x
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Verse 3:
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Sex, Indiga, Money, Obsession, Neglect
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Thats waht S.I.M.O.N meens
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But I heard this voice say "Hey Tech what about your dreams?"
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Fuck that dreamin and do this dirt, said thats how im gonan win
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You gotta act liek you want to be livin fat like a samoin
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Could it be endless listening to Simon
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This time I chose to kick rhymes
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Get mines, the big times waitin for me
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Was tryin to get signed
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Heard my moms got a record deal with Jimmy Jam and Terry Louis
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Prospective, now im the straight bomb
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BOOM, in the face, im on the paper chase
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Simon said he couldnt beleive I resorted to rhymin
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Throw your shit togather
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No time for relaxin
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Time to go back to popin your 9 milli jackin
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So what, im stuck, but, im hearing voices saying fuck that nigga named Simon
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Get with a nigga named Diamond
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And now, a nigga from the MidWest
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Is bout to have these biancas hearing me wide spread
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FUCK WHAT SIMON SAID!
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Chorus 3x
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S.I.M.O.N. Says
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| Tech N9ne |
