[Text in brackets is side-conversation made by Stretch or Bobbito]
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Aight, let me kick some more shit, one more time
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(Yeah-yeah... Spit, some more)
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Aight, check it out, yeah, check it out (Big L)
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Yeah, check it out, yeah, check it out (Yeah)
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Uhh, check it out, aight, check it out (Woo-- Woooo!)
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Aight, we gone hit it like this, check it out
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Yo check it, yo my shit is hot like jerk chicken, I should rob you
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But with that cheap shit, you ain't worth stickin'
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I've got a left hook, that be leavin' guys knocked out
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Keep frontin', and I'm a choke you till your eyes pop out
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I was taught that if a nigga swing, swing right back
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Battle Corleone, why do a stupid that like that?
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Yo, I'm not in the mood, son, so don't push me tonight
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Plus I fucked your little sister and that pussy was right
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That pussy was tight, grippin' my dick like a pair of pliers
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You fuckin' snitch, right now you prolly wearin' wires
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It's not a joke, so as soon as he laugh
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I'm a strip him naked and stick a long broom in his ass (Ouch)
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(Oh, word)
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Leave him heart-broken, make him quit rap and start smokin'
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My album is done, so no it ain't no parts open
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I'm not a sweet stud, I'm a street thug
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That's quick to beat a nigga like a cheap rug, till he leak blood
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You sure soft, watched you fall off, might slide your whore off
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Then call all off, and tear your jaw off
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My life is far out, I got star clout
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Every week bring a different car out, go to clubs and buy the bar out
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You ain't a player, put that cigar out
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Take that suit off, before I shoot off, and tear your roof off
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Leave your clothes bloody-red like the nose of Rudolph
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I rocked many stages and never got booed off
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I might let this gat burst, put you in a big black hearse
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For that wack verse, should have tried these other cats first
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Cause none of y'all niggas can fuck with me
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And if your man wanna join, I got McGruff with me
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We puff much izzy
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I do shit that only tough men do
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And them cats you with fuck them too, I'll buck them too
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Be careful what you rush into, you lame-ass nigga
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No dough, always on the train-ass nigga
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Canal street, 10-karat-chain-ass nigga
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You got fucked upstate, you cupcake
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How many dicks can your butt take?
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I ran through every bitch in my path
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I was fuckin' chicks in the ass when I was six-and-a-half [laughing]
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Yo, I'm a take you out your misery [Stretch:] Yeah right!
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And after this, nigga, put you in the social study book 'cause you're history
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Yeah
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[Laughing]
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[Bobbito:] Yo, I'm gonna give you my math
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Aight
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[Bobbito: I'm gonna give you my math] [laughing]
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Aight
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[Stretch:] Aight
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[Bobbito:] Yo, I'm gonna give you my history
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[Stretch:] That's one I'm not gonna play for my mom
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[Bobbito:] Yeah
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[Stretch:] 'Anthony, I haven't heard the show in so long.
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Give me tape...' Not this one.
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'98 Freestyle Part 2
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| Big L |
