[Verse 1: BooBonic]
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Yo, I'm not concerned wit the rhymes you wrote
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I'm at the Sixers game seat close enough to trip Kukoc
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Niggas mad tryin to catch me slippin
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But instead in out of town nigga catch me trippin
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I guess I sold out if they don't see me this winter
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The only thing I sold out was the CoreStates Center, Chi Ching
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Its BooBonic got blocks that stay bouncin
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You got baby weights six pounds and nine ounces
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I'm heavy out here get your shit together
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Tryin to sell it lightweight like Floyd Mayweather
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Wanna hit it like Bonic and get it like Bonic
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But that ain't ever happenin you can't spit it like Bonic
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Flow poison like B-B-D, I'm sharp and you VHS I'm DVD, Suckas
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Motherfuckas ain't lived the life
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Playas never commit shit I did your wife, Come on
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[Chorus]
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I'm the type of nigga get a whole lot of cash
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I'm the type of nigga get a whole lot of ass
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I'm the type of nigga got a whole lot of class
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But I'm the type of nigga that'll pull out fast
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Keep them diamonds white and blue
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Spend like the rich and your wife will do
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Hey that's just me ain't nothin I can do
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Plus my whole crew but no not you cause you a sucka
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[Verse 2: Mister]
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I'm T-I-G-H-T you can ask Michael Jackson who B-A-D
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See, I'm a thrilla, gangsta cat feela
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Take trips squad out each scared to feel 'em, nigga
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Top billa from Grant to Ben Franklin
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Cars they never used our whips is grand spankin
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Mister got 'em thinkin, ask yourself
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See who got the coke, the gun, who profit
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You take the pack, no gat so stop it
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Bitch we got it poppin, out cally knockin
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I wish, wit a dime ass bitch
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You rollin, in a Da
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Suckas Pt. 2 (For Da Gangsta`s)
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| Philly`s Most Wanted |
