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Intro:
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Yeah
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To all the real hardcore motherfuckers
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Soft motherfuckers
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With the bitches that don't give a fuck!
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Chorus:
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Now who wanna diss to get they reps a little _bigger_
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How many bitches wanna fuck this _yellow nigga_
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You get your whole crew cut like a scissor
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Watch this world shake from the album I deliver
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Verse One:
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I threw a Brownstone at Brandy now she's Changing Faces
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Standing in my Aaron Hall I'm Blackstreet packin suitcases
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Goin back to Indiana, on the Subway
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Soul For Real, missjones is my usher in church on Sundays
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Clear the runways, cause I'ma make you rappers my examples
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Avoiding battling me like I'm Eazy-E's blood samples
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It's me and Carey, nah never wrote no rhyme that's ordinary
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Won't throw my life away on coke like Darryl Strawberry
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Removing you skeletal system playing your ribs like xylophones
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I'm nastier, leave you scraped and ashier than Larry Holmes
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But ladies I ain't always violent
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You could pump pump until the dawn, like Adina Howard
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Can't You See, I'm Notorious as Total get
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Uptown Girls in bed, like Billy Joel do
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Laverne and Shirle, give us any room we'll break it
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Remember you was wack remember Ice Cube had a jheri curl
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BAMMMMM!!!! Dead on your car horn chump
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My beat get messy as abortion on the ninth month
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Now who be that, slap, did iiii do that?
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Now Whoopi Goldberg goes Steve Urkel
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but I'll leave your grill The Color Purple
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Give you a Dogg Pound, could even Dru Down
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Provoke me album is weak your whole shit sound like karaoke
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Conversation, loss of limbs amputation
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Head meaning decapitation rough like Craig Mack derm abrasion
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Evil tendency, strong like Miles Davis heroin dependency
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Fuckin up lives like teenage pregnancy
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Chorus
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Verse Two:
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Them clowns like Will Smith got fast cars and fancy homes
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But I'm headstrong, I could even break Puffy Combs
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Some kids still doubtin and they girlfriend stalkin keep it real
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We'll cross that bridge when we come to that Anita Hill
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Now ever _assed_, will never _last_, with no ghetto _pass_
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Leave you breathing hard like bitches at Lemans _class_
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Niggaz are slippin when they sippin gin and tonic
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smokin chronic Jersey niggaz packin more handguns than Harry Connick
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My style is welfare, half of you bitches is on it!!
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Was born with a halo, when broke, I had to pawn it
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I stir up controversy and sell I'm like Sister Souljah
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So bring out bum-ass Russell Simmons cuz comedy's over
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The Lucci I'm worth is enough to deficit a nation
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With media coverage like a hostage situation
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(yeah and if you lovin them hoes you betta bounce back)
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Tryin to make that bitch your wife she fucked
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the whole New Jersey Drive (soundtrack)
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High like Stone Temple Pilots, Pearl Jams on tour
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Rrrraahahrra rrrarhraarah I rips it like a chainsaw
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Dig deep as truth go ahead and shoot your Karl Kani suit
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in shock absorbing tired and I'm wide like a police informant
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Pray with one eye open, shootin more Led than Zeppelin
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Dysfunctional like the Jackson's, death is my obsession
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You comin through with thirty cowards think you causin fear
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Rush lookin bust in your boosted Donna Karan gear
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Now fuck the po-po, beats down the five-oh
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Been there, done that, do it again tomorrow nigga
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Sometimes I vibe inside a spot where nobody else knows me
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Until I come hot steppin like Ini Kamoze
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Chorus
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Deliver
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| Chino XL |
