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It's like that, y'all, check it out now
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(Yeah yeah, now check the method) (Repeat 4x)
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Fuck that, you know who's bigger
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Even though nowadays you got all these motherfucking new niggas
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Fuck those who spread rumors, I didn't retire
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Even though you got all these Lord Finesse juniors
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Trying to get hype and rip mics
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They just imitators that can't quite get my shit right
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So won't y'all just face it
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That y'all sweat me so much I gotta give my dick a facelift
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Wanna battle, I'm all for it
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When it comes to this, I've been through more shit than a toilet
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Now we could get wild and search for peace
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Cause right now I'm chillin', like the nigga home on work release
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And even on a lover tip I'll still wax brothers quick
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When I do my thing I be on some old other shit
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Niggas I slaughter, just to bring order
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Aw fuck it, my shit be flowing like spring water
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It's like that, y'all, check it out now
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(Yeah yeah, now check the method) (Repeat 2x)
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Now it's the dictator whose style's greater
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It's the man with more flavors than motherfucking Now & Laters
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And rappers I hit 'em well
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They automatically go to heaven fucking with me, I give 'em hell
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Yeah, so don't try to front, troop
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When your style is played out like an Osh-Kosh jumpsuit
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Huh, I'm out to collect figures
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I'm on some Wu-Tang shit, so protect your fucking neck, nigga
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I don't front like a man on a high horse
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But yo, I make more noise than July 4th
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So run, son, I ain't the one, bum, who dial 911
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If you don't, you's a motherfucking dumb dumb
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I'm not a role model, I'm a bad figure
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When it comes to rap, I got skills out the ass, nigga
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I got it locked like a warden
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Rap without Finesse, that's like the NBA without Jordan
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So all you new jacks kicking wack raps it's a fact that
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I'll be on your fucking back like a napsack
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It ain't shit you can tell me
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Cause the ladies still jel me without an LP
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It's like that, y'all, check it out now
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(Yeah yeah, now check the method) (Repeat 4x)
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It's like that y'all, and I keep figures
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It's the hardcore ruffneck funky type of street nigga
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Lord Finesse got the swift rap and
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You don't need Dionne Warwick and them psychic friends to predict that
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In years to come I'm bound to shine
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Give me a mic and a minute, I'll show niggas I get down for mine
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Word life, you know the haps
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Fucking with me is like bungee jumping with no rope attached
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Man listen, I got plenty rhymes
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When it comes to props, motherfucks just oughta gimme mine
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Word, cause I slay ya fast
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Whether you're the best MC with a mic, or you're straight up trash
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My lyrics excel, hops
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From the ghetto street upstate to motherfucking cell blocks
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No dought I got clout
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I gotta give a shout (To who?) To my brother Show when I'm out
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It's like that, y'all, check it out now
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(Yeah yeah, now check the method) (Repeat 4x)
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Check the Method
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