[Intro: Kon Artis]
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Yeah, we straight from the census bureau
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Haha, Runyan Ave
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We lookin for yo' momma
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D-12 - where yo' momma at?
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Miko ? where yo' momma at?
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Young Zee, hey Dame - where yo' momma at?
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I wanna fuck that bitch, her stankin ass
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Hey Em where yo' momma at? (Ohhhh-ohhhhh)
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Yo..
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[Kon Artis]
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You know me, Denaun the same ol' nigga
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I spray paint your car up like Rain-O nigga
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See me and you are sorta like the same I guess
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We both rock mics but yours is into our chest
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You can't do nuttin to me, Runyan Ave's unruly
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And truly this ain't a movie, you get slapped with the tooly
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So pass the slimmy and the Hennessy, I got the energy
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to steal every car in this vicinity, you feelin me?
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Take it back to when Das EFX was sayin niggity-wiggity-wild
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Piggity-pow, nigga be out
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You don't really want war, I'm chillin at your door
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This uzi will have you bloody windmill-ing on the floor
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I can't be a punk, my daddy wasn't none
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I lose a fight after school and I came home and got one
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You reap what you sew, that shit you oughta know
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I keep it on the flo' under the seat ? I ain't a hoe!
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[Chorus: Kuniva] + (Kon Artis)
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You know it's been a while but we feelin it now
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(The rough sound muh'fucker, niggaz killin it now)
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Goddamn! You don't want no problems B
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(Get your name in the obituary column sheet)
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It's that same ol' shit, niggaz back again
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(Yo yo, you fallin off, goin back to smokin crack again)
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Hit the weed (guzzle your Corona) pass the Gin
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(Better duck cause they back bustin gats again)
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[Swifty]
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A basket case indeed; stronger than a can of mace
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Slap you in the face while you patty-cakin witcha seed
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I'll be makin all these niggaz wanna take a beam
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And put it right on my head
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You don't be takin heed, you probably idol the Feds
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Havin meetings to recite what I said
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Liable to have you in a medical room
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Walk in that bitch with a cell phone then turn it on
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"You fittin to die holmes!" {*explosion*}
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Got a chrome that be fuckin up shit worse than I
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You would swear that I'm a Gemini
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I kill a guy for nothin - eye to eye
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And I ain't gotta touch them niggaz face soon as I say somethin
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Got a pump that'll tear your arm quick, when I leave a carcass
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You would think you in Death Row's office (AHH!) {*gun clicks*}
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(Hang a nigga!) I'm ill enough to fall in the middle of moshpits
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Survive and I'm gettin up high without a flaw bitch!
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[Chorus]
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[Proof]
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I'm a dog on the mic that'll brawl out with Christ
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Get to cappin at your captain 'til he fall outta life
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I'm all outta nice, nigga tuck your chain
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Put holes in your head and finger-fuck your brain
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Fool fuck this game, I'm poppin at coach
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Momma dropped me on my head and knew that somethin was broke
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I ain't feelin nothin you wrote so I'm stompin your throat
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Show up at the hospital and start punchin your folks
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I'm a uzi with arms and legs
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Duty calm your man, before my tooly bomb his head (WHAT!)
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You wanna take what my 40-cal since you bitch-made
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Spittin the right game so yo' ass can get laid
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the fuck down, I don't give a fuck now, whassup?
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Talkin bout "Clappin" - quit actin, you barely bust nuts
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Don't get it twisted at the gates, the name is Proof
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And I'ma kill every man that came with you
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[Bizarre]
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Yeah, yeah ? KNOCK KNOCK! Guess who showed up?
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44-mag and tear your whole door up
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Pink shower cap and, yellow drawers
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My dick's so small, I can pee on my own balls (hahaha)
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When it comes to pussy, Bizarre goes to work
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That's why my mouth smell like hot dogs and yellow Persh (eww!)
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So tell your momma hit me on my cell phone
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I ain't home, I'm so wet gettin stoned with Norah Jones
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[Chorus]
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[Kuniva]
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Yo, I chuck niggaz daily, a six-man crew that's born crazy
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A triple O.G. like Tray Deee (whattup Loc?)
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I stay sparkin, bitch I got a attitude
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I step on your shoes and won't say pardon - be cautious!
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Hidin from the one-time, nutty as I wanna be
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Wild and disorderly, pissin on your toilet seat
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Nigga now you know it's me, I got a .44 wit me
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Bitches all over me, +Sayin Yes+ like Floetry
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| Homie you wanna be a G? Go t |
