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I been to every city, state and street
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From what I see
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These niggas don't want it with me
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So now I'm comin for the love that y'all were keepin from me
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Finally
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These niggas don't want it with me
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And I'm a whole lot bigger than I look on TV
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So physically
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These niggas don't want it with me
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So if you feel how I feel come and say it with me
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Loudly
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These niggas don't want it with me
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[ VERSE 1 ]
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Yo, who this little boy that's tryin to rhyme like me?
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And worship me like Jon B worship black pussy
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He pushin me to the point I wanna smack him, yo
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(Yo duke, he tryin to steal your fans like Chico did D'Angelo's)
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If imitation was acid, I'd have nothin
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Left but jewerly, 52 teeth and a belt buckle
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(Nigga, your skills are to die for)
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During writers block I still create (what?)
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Words of wisdom like they passed the lips of Buddah
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And who the sharpshooter that claim he gonna kill me when he see me?
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But wouldn't aim remote at a 100" color TV
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Nigga, I'm off at the heezy, you see that?
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Your record company done hired Chino XL to come and repossess they deal back
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So now I put the fly in your eye like an Ethiopian starving
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Life the game that you will no longer take any part in
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You shouldn'ta start em, y'all done done it
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You have to buy a microscope to read the list of rappers' names that want it
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What
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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Yo, shake my hand, I snap your wrist off
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Been God on Earth so long the one in Heaven's pissed off
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You soft, I'm up the echelon
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The only other hot cats I seen on a plate was at a Chinese food restaurant
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I get the raunch sex and didn't need the Range
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I fuck your bitch for free and she can keep the change
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I'm pretty as a bitty but my gats make noise
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Yeah, with more female fans than the 'Blackstreet Boys'
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I'm known for stealin niggas' wives like I stole niggas' huffy
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Play tuffy, get beat and boxed like Doug E.
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You lucky I shot my last slug in a club
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I'm Alize and Hennessy in reverse, I got a passion for killin thugs
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You're askin for spillin blood useless
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I turn the most popular rapper from 'That's my muthafucka!' to 'Who this?'
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I survive whole clubs jumpin me
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But nigga, you halt cause I'm a Ryder like the moving truck company
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[ VERSE 3 ]
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Bzzzzzz... you're shocked with Chino electricty
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I'm black when it's convenient like Mariah's ethnicity
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Considered a major at literature when rhyming
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I'm diesel, horses goin Chino backriding
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Dissin XL for wealth is bad for your health
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But I'ma do me like a took Ecstacy with myself
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They been keepin me on the shelf for ages
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But me retire, it'll be easier to change every light bulb in Vegas
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Yo, my brain deserve its own infomercial for how it thinks
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You can't be saved by coppin Tae-Bo with Billy Blanks
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I turn on sinks and rock to the rhythm of the water drops that come out
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Then freestyle till the whole New York reservoir run out
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And walk with gun out for cats that wanna start somethin
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I shine like I control the sun's off-and-on button
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MC's are mini-me's, my clones at 1/4th the size
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(Yeah baby...) rappers try to shag me for my rhymes
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You Don't Want It
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| Chino XL |
