[Verse 1]
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Chino, name in Indian: Murdering bear
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Come fuck with me I put shotgun shells in your ear
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Out of fear they've destroyed my carrier
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Have nothing left
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But I will have my revenge in this lifetime or the next
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I experience road rage, walk in a slow pace
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Killed a handicapped man for parking in a regular parking place
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Learned my art with a leatherface, you must be kidding
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I consider myself a dog trainer: I'm most bitten
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But I've been written a billion bars of dissin
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for any rappers dead or livin that we've ever heard since we was children
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My brain got built-in Pentium chips, my thoughts the fastest
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For Shakespearian actors: "Chino shall busteth your asseth,
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When I spithed acid" ... yeah your freestyle was tight
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You better rhyme of the head good, you can't read or write
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A bittin' kid that'll get twist if he front, no publicity stunt
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His life flashes by his eyes quicker than Black History Month
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What!
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(Chorus)
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Yo'
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Who the only star on WB?
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That would be me!
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Who the mami's think is so sexy?
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That would be me!
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Who the illest nigga outta Jersey?
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Yo, That would be me!
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Who your wife he let fuck her for free?
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That would be me!
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Who get your ass shot dead in the street?
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That would be me!
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Who stand damn near six foot three?
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That would be me!
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Who got lyrics, jewels and plenty money?
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That would be me!
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Start drama and see the illest papi, yo' what would be me!
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[Verse 2]
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Yo', Yo'
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You wanna be a soldier but ain't reppin' it right
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Try me... metal detectors going off for the rest of your life
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No matter how hard it gets,
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I rather be a soldier drowning in my own blood
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Not a coward in my own piss
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Focus!... What the fuck you niggas think?
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I roll with killers that spent more time in the pen than ink
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Don't even blink, and turn your voice down a decibel
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Or start lookin' for studios that's wheelchair-accessible
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Leave you a vegetable, trust,
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I have the letters on your FUBU sweater standin' for "Fucked Up By Us"
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We thrust into beef now
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Grill holds back like a Lee nail
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You yell as you reach hell
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You still wanna E-mail she males
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Your train of thought derails
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Lost dog, here's the details:
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I make you think you on a beach how I make you SEE shells/Seashells
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My L.A. airport beef was infamous,
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I whooped ass the entire five hour flight
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Plus three hour time difference
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(Chorus)
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Yo'
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Who your girl made you pay to come see?
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That would be me!
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Who the only star on WB?
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That would be me!
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Who the mami's think is so sexy?
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That would be me!
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Who the illest nigga outta Jersey?
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That would be me!
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Who your wife he let fuck her for free?
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That would be me!
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Who get your ass shot dead in the street?
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Yo, That would be me!
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Who bench press about three fifty three?
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That would be me!
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Start drama and see the illest papi, yo' what would be me!
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[Verse 3]
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Yo'
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I ain't from Atlanta but I'll leave you outcasted/+OUTKASTED+
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And blasted, all fucked up like Schwarzenneger's accent
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You has been, I split you apart
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I spit from the heart
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Yeah you iced out... that's how you slid off the chart
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Blindfolded as I sit in the dark, a swoll beast
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No peace, big Chi have the police calling the police
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I call Aziz, omnipotence
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Smoking I shine in its open
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We ain't scared of jail we wanna go back
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Blast in yo' back, nine bullets in the column of your spine
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More than Columbine and Palestine combined, Forty-eight track
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Half spic, half black
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Sex symbol to the media
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Keep my number listed so my beefs can find me easier
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In sales you ain't dealing with me
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I'm Puerto Rican and I got enough relatives to buy me platinum living with me
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I never will be, overthrown... I'm unbelievable
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Like the fact that D'angelo's baby's mom is Angie Stone
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What!
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(Chorus)
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Yo'
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Who the only star on WB?
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That would be me!
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Who the mami's think is so sexy?
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That would be me!
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Who the illest nigga outta Jersey?
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That would be me!
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Who your wife he let fuck her for free?
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That would be me!
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Who get your ass shot dead in the street?
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That would be me!
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Who stand damn near six foot three?
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That would be me!
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| Who got lyric |
