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featuring Threat
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Hook:
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No worse scared can't get away
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Dumpin' with them funky rhymes
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"Pullin' out niggas frontin' like snobs"
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Nowhere 2 hide
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[Threat]
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I deliver to you the new blueprints
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Vocal instruments phat like them Goodyear blimps
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We pimps
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Beats
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Put 'em in the streets
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Twenty four hours seven days a week
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I kick science but they still haven't learned
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Step beyond the point of no return get wet
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The rhythmic, hypnotic ear narcotics
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Strictly for fanatics and the gangbang addicts
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Uh, around the globe follow ya nose
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Down with the underground from my head to my toes
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Ride the groove like a three day cruise
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Peace to the east but the west coast rules
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The chocolate child unleashed out the wild
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Break the Richter scale and make the party shake tails
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Baddest on the atlas just tryin' to stay down
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You gotta get up I get off or get clowned
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Hook
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[Threat]
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I came across a close shave runnin' with them renegades
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All on display on K-T-L-A
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I hate to do it but I'm stupid don't test me
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Unless ya wanna get your new clothes all messy
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We fed 'em loot but they still insist to spit words
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But they can't fuck with this they get swerved
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Graduated old school G degree
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Calm down the savage in any MC
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North, south, east, west
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But simply hittin' 'em with the melody I possess
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So raise your hands up high and get all the way with it
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It's the joint, bodies get the munches when they hit it
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Like that
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Yep bigger fatter than the piece
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Inflation went up and make the killin' increase
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So long for the plan you was plottin'
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Cause it's long and forgotten once your style turned rotten
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Hook
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[Threat]
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It's the mad maestro and it ain't no other
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Turn milk into honey and make bread off butter
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I hold the title in the middle of my palm
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For makin' freaks dance on the floor till dawn
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Make way let me show you how it's done
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It's a party and the playerhatin' niggas can't come
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Got rhymes on my pad and they all hit rock
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Don't sleep cause the sheep just might be a fox
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On a hunt
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Hot on the trail
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Hoe givin' up the drawers cause a nigga in jail
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On the bottom of the ocean to the top of the hill
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MC can't deal with my hi-tech skills
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They tight tight last all night
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Buckle up for safety and prepare to take flight
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Destination on to the next plateau
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It's the Zuu in the house you can't funk with the flow
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Hook
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Nowhere 2 Hide
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DJ Pooh |