Straight chuggin' on the 40 ounce, brain cells fry
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Like a clamb strip all day get high
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Never ending story felt course stay fly
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My mom's a math teacher so I gotta multiply
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Not a mathematician myself so I ride
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At my 98 Altima parked outside
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Hustle and mixtapes I'm tryna get by
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Double U E double B follow with a Y
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Mothafucka that's me and I be so cool
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To be on my level you gonna need a step-stool
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Always been a troublemaker gotta break rules
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Breaking every law till they kick me out of school
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So amped up you'd think I'm chuggin' jet fuel
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Chasing a bottle of moon shine with an O'Doules
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No more rules let me call up Billy Madison
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And have em slippin' on banana peels if they challenge him
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I'm bafflin' any competitor with what I'm rappin' and
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The future's lookin' bright I think I'm staring at a halogen
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Born in a¢æ?88 I got it tatted on my abdomen
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Product of the 90s, everyday practicin'
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Then it started happenin', turned into a beast
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Full bred pit with a little Maltise
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Woof, slaughter any track I see
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You've now been warned, you'd better hide your beats
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[Hook]
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I'ma never give a fuck about you
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I'm just doing what I do
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Murder any beat I put my mind too
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Thought you knew that's what I do
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Rappin' on the mike till my face turns blue
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Through and through that's what I do
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That's what I do
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Stop sleeping over there man pass the blunt
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L ride around town and be back for lunch
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Got a full plate of beats and some Captain Crunch
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Me on the mike only lost a battle once
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Everybody else, murked em
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Cooked it up, served em
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Pen in hand I got the dexterity of a surgeon
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Freestyles burn em, written rhymes flawless
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Like the names of every Mutant Ninja Turtle, I'm an artist
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Bitch, nobody stoppin' what I'm sayin'
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Lyrical display gon' shock em like Raiden
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Everyday ragin', show me where the party's at
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Where the bitches where the broads where the hotties at?
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Where the liquor where the bud, where the Marley at?
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Where the stage I'm bouta give the crowd a heart attack
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Life's short so you know I gotta live it up
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Brim low dutch rolled I'ma never give a fuck
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[Hook]
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All I got's my word and my balls just a nerve with a cause
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Livin' life like a video game so press pause
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Double tap X with a shot to the brain
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Back back square hit em with the scorpion chain
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So get over here bitch ill kick em like Liu Kang
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And fatality anybody who shits on my name
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Its that tatted up tyrant, heatin' up the climate
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Pissing on these haters like puppies on fire hydrants
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It's that motherfuckin' Optimus Rhyme full bottle of pills
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Blunted with a bottle of wine
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Fully transform bout to take over the game soon
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Ain't no mothafucka I'm afraid to bring the flame to
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Got em rotisserie while I be smokin' piffery
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Making words connect like letters written in calligraphy
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Not a person here stepping in my shoes
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a¢æ?Cause see Webby's back and this is what I do
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[Hook]
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What I Do
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| Chris Webby |
