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To my folk in the front (raise it up raise it up)
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Flick ya lighters spark the blunts (blaze it up blaze it up)
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Aye gull! Pop that trunk (shake it up shake it up)
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I know ya'll Feel Me don't front (make it crunk make it crunk)
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JUGZ put ya body where it's hard-to-smell...cover up ya scent when I spark-the-el
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Punk don't front it ain't hard-to-tell...ya'll can't win like Gargamel
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How you go'n shine if it's dark-as-hell? Believe it's hot if it comes-from-me
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COPS can't take my guns-from-me....fukk ya'll record company!!
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All ya'll songs sound dumb-to-me....flossed out rappers just bums-to-me
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Ya'll don't really want none-of-me....nigga this Atlantis we under-sea
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Run-from-me...make-some-tracks...before I get mad and break-some-backs
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Where the fake-ones-at? I hate-them-cats...ya'll just wack--face-them-facts
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If you got problems? Blaze-them-gats...The BULLY been phat since the page-in-the-back
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Of BLAZE MAGAZINE...spit so ill...even deejays catch AIDS-from-the-wax
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You hate-on-the-raps...but quote-the-rhymes...in the meantime? I'm strokin'-dimes
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Everywhere I go: tote-the-nine--you cuss from behind like I broke-in-line
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Don't nobody flow dope-as-mine...even Ku Klux got open-minds
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Shit-I-spit's-combustible...chicks-I-hit-caught-multiples
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Trick-my-click-got-local-pull...the flow you sweat? Got-that-locked
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Bitches you sweat? Got-that-knocked...gun on my waist...and I got-that-cocked...
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HOOK
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I don't mean to offend with this observation....but ya'll full of shit like constipation
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Niggas don't want no confrontation...shut the fukk up with that conversation
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Pull a nigga card like concentration...bust shots at the cops not cooperatin'
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See you in court for the arbitration...everything I drop be hot-like-cajun
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Cut mo' gulls than a operation...takin'-em-home...makin'-em-moan
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More assets than a Savings-and-Loan...if they man show up I'm breakin'-some-bones
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Claimin'-the-throne...livin'-with-the-stress...fittin'-in-a-vest like niggas-in-the-west
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Cuz figures-that-you-net don't mean a thing when you got ten slugs sittin'-in-ya-chest
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Givin'-it-my-best...leave warriors-bruised...Kno beats phat like Victoria-boobs
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I'm up in New York screwin' foreigners-dude....you Motel 6, we Astoria-rooms
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Send you to the coroner grabbin'-the-mic....over ya'll heads like satellites
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Ya'll think you fly? I'mma cancel-ya-flight...to hell with a MC battle-let's-fight
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You down-for-that? What you rollin' up? We smokin' on pounds-of-that
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Sittin' in a cloud-in-fact...they never found the strap but they'll find you around-the-back
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A nigga sick of all these clowns-in-rap...all niggas got is lip-to-front
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And since ya'll got that I got clips-to-dump...but not until after I hit-this-blunt....
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HOOK
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If you ain't givin' head? Hoe-you-can-leave...if you ain't chip in you ain't smokin'-the-weed
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All ya'll dough hand it over-to-me...have you on a respirator just so-you-can-breathe
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Make it so ya eyes can't focus-to-see...I've had it up to here with these bogus-emcees
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All I'm here for is servin'-rap-groupies...flows be tighter than virgin-gnat-booty
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Words-react-smooth to the beats-I-choose...lines I spit fit like feet-to-shoes
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Might slur my words when I drink-the-booze...you must be dumb if you think-I'll-lose
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JUGZ got ya whole crew singin'-the-blues...like Bobby-Bland--you a copy-man
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When the smoke clears you prolly-a-fan....if you talk noise? I'mma body-a-fan
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Bust up in ya set with the shotty-in-hand꿤ross the thin line between wrath-and-hate
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Sniper on the roof to assassinate꿲ake peace with God don't procrastinate
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Point blank꿾hether slow or the faster-pace꿲y ass-is-great you exaggerate
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Since you so gassed I'mma pass it in-ya-face if it's tween me and you? You coming last-in-the-race?
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HOOK
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Feel Me
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