[Chorus]
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Aiyyo my wrist stay froze (Lemme hear somethin else)
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Aiyyo I fuck mad hoes (Yo lemme hear somethin else)
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I'm a big dog with big dough (Won't you say somethin else)
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Yo man you fuckin up my flow (You ain't got nothin else)
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Man I got somethin else (So lemme hear somethin else)
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My chain got bagette diamonds (Won't you do somethin else)
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I spit rhymes with perfect timing (You could try somethin else)
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Yeah you can't stop me from shinin (I'll spit it myself)
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[Killer P]
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I'm on my way to ASCAP so I can pick up my dough
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I ran into a Jacker nigga tryna hit me with flows
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He didn't know I had a mind to just bloody his nose
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And let the blood pour down on his white clothes
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[Pakman]
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Chhhh..
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Nigga! You don't wanna cipher with me
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My name ain't Pakman for nothin, I'm gobblin emcees
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Chhhh..
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[Killer P]
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Damn yo, I wasn't even tryna take it there
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Lemme hear somethin in the ear nigga, make it clear
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He started goin on about pushin a big Benz
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How he stayed jig, and smoked chronic up with his friends
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He doin it big and got unlimited ends
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I just met the nigga, I seen him walkin up with his mens
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Stop frontin shorty, lemme tell you somethin 'bout the game
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It's a thin line, from being wack to spittin flames
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You gotta represent when you be writin them lines
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Don't be a FUCKIN millionaire in every one of ya rhymes
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I'ma let you walk in but yo you gotta be quick
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I gotta go, and the shit you spittin nigga, better be slick
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He started gettin busy, I was noddin my head
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Then he fucked it all up and said some shit that I said
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Stopped rhymin cuz he knew he shouldn't have said that verse
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Lookin stupid as fuck, for that nigga it was the worst
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Yo, how you gonna bite and try to be top shelf
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Better get ya act together, lemme hear somethin else
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[Chorus]
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[Canibus]
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I give you more grievance than a nigga possessed by demons
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Walkin on ceilings, chasin white lot speedin
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Like Tony Soprano, takin meetings
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With a psychologist about his emotional feelings
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and his crime dealings
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He even talked about how to make alcohol out of orange peelings
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Pink cookies in a plastic bag gettin crushed by a buildin
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was cool until Canibus puked it
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With ill cannibalistic, animal instincts
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Instant lyrical fitness, could you handle the distance?
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You don't have enough wisdom
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The man who gives quicksand resistance,
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sinks the quickest, it's simple physics
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I get "Southernplayalistic" and pimp chicks
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Put my big dick in they mouth and smear they lipstick
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Come here you stank bitch!
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Tell ya man if he don't spit a hundred bars
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I'ma bust him in his big lips
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Spit quick, like 6B tip-tronic stick-shift
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Bitch is equipped with a nitrous-oxide flipswitch
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If you hate me, why would you recreate me
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With those that imitate me and emulate me?
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They talk about me so distastefully lately
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But that never break me, they underestimate me
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Me and the Killer P, and P-A-C get crazy with G-A-T's
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I'm a B-E-A-S-T, you don't wanna race me
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I do Mach 1 over a A-F-B
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No if's, A-N-D's, or B-U-T's
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A hundred bars ain't SHIT for a true emcee
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SHUT THE FUCK UP! You should be ashamed of yourself
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I ain't heard nothin I felt, lemme hear somethin else
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[Chorus]
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Lemme Hear Somethin Else
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| Canibus |
