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[J-Zone]
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Zone world known player hater cause I spoke the truth
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Pimp fallacies; you don't even use a vocal booth
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I player hate with pride, that's my job, I do overtime
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(I work) Put it on a t-shirt, opened up a clothing line
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You wanna be old school and clench dick beaters
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We can rock, to them James Brown beats or wear Adidas
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("Not many crews have slammin albums.." -> KRS-One)
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That's why I didn't do a twelve inch, so stop askin'
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I threaten cute girls, the (??) is a good one
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Tell 'em I'm a megastar, but only made one joint
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"Music for Your Mother," I was first seen
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Now I keep attention like LL's book; chapter 13
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The borough that you brag about, nigga you don't own it (nah)
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The dime piece in the video, you ain't bone it (NOPE)
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But when I shoot a video my hoes'll look busted (ill)
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Least I can brag on the low how I touched it
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You birds make me sick pigeon (BEOTCH) I can't shoot ya
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so I play "Duck Hunt," to avoid goin to prison
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I can't breakdance and do graffiti so I'm assed out
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So I autograph and cha cha until I pass out
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"Left, right (cha cha cha) one, two (cha cha cha)
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Left, right (cha cha cha) one, two (hahahahaha..)"
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Yeah, Zone Mission Part Eight
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As for parts two through seven
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go look for 'em..
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Right now you wonderin where the chorus is
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but I don't do that shit
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So keep your ears peeled cause niggaz still frontin
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KnowhatI'msayin?
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And who has somethin to say about it?
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"Nigga, next time you hear grown folks talkin
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shut the fuck up, hear?"
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God put me on this planet for a purpose:
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to make hip-hop and disrespect it at the same time
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Diss cats with lame rhymes? Nah I diss the greatest
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Cause legends rob banks and smoke crack during hiatus
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Now you pawned a gold chain, you got sued why?
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You known for jackin that's all you do
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Diss Trojan ends for takin away the feelin
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Diss them herb cats that danced to raise the ceiling
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Kids drivin Lexuses with no 401K plans
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Kids up in my grill freestylin with the hot breath
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Graduated from Yale sayin rappers totally got left
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My penalty is life I slay the chumps so we got death
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Avirex foes lookin like they used batteries
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Bohemian, babblin, new world fallacy
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Fuck Y-2-K, it's a year like any other
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(Still) hoes blowin cock
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(Still) brothers killin brothers
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(Still) pigs eatin donuts
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(Still) chickens at the mall
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Plug it, cool kids beatin it while pretty boys and thugs fuckin
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New year's 2000? Shit I ain't goin nowhere (hell no)
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Be in my crib laughin at the idiots in Times Square
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Watch the ball drop, knowin that it's brick freezin
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Maybe for a change I'll get a broad for a reason
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But if my luck is bad and that chick ain't freakin
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it's a new year not a blue year so fuck it I'll be beatin it
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They be makin beats, preparin for nuttin
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Zone Mission Part Eight, niggaz still frontin!
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Basically
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People still frontin, but it's all good
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Many are loungin yo
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Be comin up to me sayin
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man you be havin no choruses in your shit, knahmsayin?
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Yo I got no response for that
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"If you don't like it then chew my wood
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I couldn't care less.. ""Fuck, fuck you!"
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Aight?
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"I can only say, better luck next time.."
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The Zone Mission
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| J-Zone |
