On the night of the last rap that I write
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MC's all over will bless the mic
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Point two double glocks in the air
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Stunt Caps goin down they barbers chair
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Real rap take to be made of gold
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Hot little ho's y'all keep em cold
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Everywhere, check it out, it'll be cool
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All dope deals will even go smooth
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On the night of the last rap that I write
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The Devil and God gon' have a fight
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Check it, head to head
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Tiga, toe to toe
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Try'na figure out where I'ma go
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All non-smokers gon' blaze the weed
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Butterflies will turn back to centipedes
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From pennies, yeah tiga
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To a gang of g's
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And all my homies go from oz's to ki's
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On the night of the last rap that I write
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Mike Tyson gon' have his greatest fight
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Knock the little trick out with a left and a right
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Stevie Wonder even gon' regain his sight
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On the night of my last rap
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Africa's gon' be run by blacks
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And no where 'round will there be crack
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Jamaica's gon' get Bob Marley's back
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And all my tigas gon' bust they guns
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And no where 'round where the police come
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And check this out
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I'ma kick it with Khan
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Muhammad Ali will be pronounced as god
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Won't be one killin' in the projects
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Muslim's will all cry from Malcom-X
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Hewey'll finally get respect
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Dis I know, I never guessed
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On the night of the last rap that I write
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I'll be married with a wife
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She'll be the special love of my life
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But check this out muthafucka, not tonight
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Life, of a desperado
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Kick it like soccer, that's my motto
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Like a bullet in your gun
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My heart stay hollow
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Somethin' to like but not to follow
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Yo!
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The Last Rap I'll Ever Write
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| Andre Nickatina |
