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Chorus:
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[Pace Won]
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Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
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Outz in the area tearing things up
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Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
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Outz in the area tearing things up (Sing it with me!)
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Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
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Outz in the area tearing things up
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Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
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Outz in the area tearing things up
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[Az-Izz]
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Yo, I'm finally convinced my kindness and innocence
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Is a crime in a sense, climbing a fence
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Diagonally bent, dying in agony in a magically event
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Outz in a fear of family presents
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Capped in clak smoke, pack toast in a black coat
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To roast motherfuckers, over lactose
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Stay skeed off laced weed
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I take cheese, and page trees in the Bricks
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Rolling box of Tracies
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[Pace Won]
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Call a go-go dancer
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Get up in that ass and wreck shop like colon cancer
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Hit it from the back, bitch can't hold her pants up
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Once for my cock, twice for my block,
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I got it locked like handcuffs
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Pacer got a razor, get you and your man cut
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Swing a blow you can't duck
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Throw up your hands, what?
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Nobody on earth could see Pacer
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I get your shit then peel off like Speed Racer
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Chorus
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[Slang Ton]
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I hit you bastards raps fast as Janet Jackson's coochie
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Your raps is half mastered, mad average, wack bologna
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And if you ever wanna get a deal
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You should either OD off skill pills
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Or steal my reel-to-reel
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Most of y'all emcees ain't tight as y'all should be when
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I'm tighter than the jeans that show hoochie chicks' coochie prints
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Outsidaz, we hot as Hell's flames is
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And I'm Slang-iz, my tapes get pumped like twelve gauges
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[Eminem]
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I'm so weeded (How weeded are you?)
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I'm so weeded I can freestyle for sixteen bars (Ha ha ha)
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Right off the top, then go back to the top
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And then repeat it (Ha)
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Write it down on the paper
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And still be able to read it (Sorry)
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I can't read, but I still write to my pen pals (Uh, uh, dear)
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I can't fly, but I still float on cement clouds (Whee!)
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I can't see cause my eyes already been gouged out
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I been down with the Outz for ten thou-sand years
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([Pace Won] So dunn, here?)
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Some weird kids with piercings in more than one ear
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Lauryn, huh? Hill?
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([Pace won] There's more than one? IIIllll)
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What? You want me to stop? Here?
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Chorus
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[Young Zee]
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Yea
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Your girl could suck my dick chewing Big Red
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Till she choke and scrape her wisdom tooth on my dick head
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Puff a tray bag, Outz never pay cabs
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Bust a A-rab, front on taking us up eighth Ave
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Yea, we all of the a volumes
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What be the outcome?
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We selling twenty million albums
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Ay your record, ain't nobody buy that
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You fell off, and had to take your five mic
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And push a white Ac, with a bike rack
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[Axe]
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It's the A, the X, the E
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Why pay for ass, if I can sex for free?
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F' with we, what you expect to see
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Death's your destiny, when it's my time for rest in peace
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Bet they find my pistol next to me
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My dick is giving ecstasy
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Shit I say, spread like leprosy
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I'm on a quest to be, the best emcee
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Living recklessly, cock the weaponry
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Lay you on your back like Lei Wulong from Tekken 3
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Yo follow, never question me
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Chorus
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[Pace Won]
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C'mon yo
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Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
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Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
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Snuff your bitch, crush your whip, what?
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Outz in the area tearing things up
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Outworld baby
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Rush Ya Clique
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| Outsidaz f/ Eminem |
