It's the recess cup yea, nessly crunch yea, milky way type madness.
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sometimes I hate to begin this, sometime the photographers can stand this,
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say dead like a battery hit'em off with flatery, I don't do it for the cherity,
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I have to rap for the veraty, she said yea mother fucker, let's do it on a saturday,
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toss the bu cape, grab the mo__ jump in the caddy in we went our way
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We up n the dope for the next studio droping the rap and we skat to the show
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tramendious track with the doe we blow, some hate that don't even know me though.
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we stuff the philly, what's the realli, and we come back easy
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Ease I'm high as a mother fucker, probly dies as a motherfucker,
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get tried as a motherfucker, get fried as a motherfucker,
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but don't let that be ther reason why motherfucker, hardly ber__ far,
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do it at the bar but don't take it to far, some man, got leaneant,
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foo they got the ingrediants, fuck be a nigga that's seening it,
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when you wanna be a nigga that's being it, word.
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Put it on a hard way, and by the way like a B n an ash trey,
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gotta hit'em like a rickashay, and when the temp-T parley,
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and I know cut-throats like scarface, don't hit'em up put'em down on the contract,
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make your ass a little too hard to contact
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Lord lullibuy, king nicky, gettin gone, yea. off that sticky, it see a copy,
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they say they wanna get me, but I got a body gard like wittney
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The Al Capone Suite
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| Andre Nickatina |
