You wanna know somethin' that makes me sick
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When people be constantly talkin' 'bout stupid shit
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Shit like who made rap up
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I don't give a fuck as long as I get my cut
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I'm sendin' out no special thanks
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And bitches wonder why I diss 'em 'cause they motherfuckin' pussy stanks
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I'm goin' straight to the bank
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And if I ever busta cap, it won't be no blank
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So you can thank, or you can think
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Singin' these lyrics might get you in the clink
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I rock a beat like this or like that
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Either way you look at it it's still acid rap
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But from my pants I might pull my dick
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And if you ever thought you'd get some you'd feel dumb
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I'll snatch your tongue out 'cha mouth and you'll have ta hum
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The over Lord master of disaster beat blaster
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Niggaz try to do like me and they has ta
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Step back, or get jack slapped
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I see your bitch all on my dick 'cause the way I rap
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When I slip on the lip the tip of my jimmy
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Then I'll take the pussy like gimme
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We gotta a lotta fake ass wanna be's followin' my footsteps
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Always four steps ahead so you slept
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I don't sleep, and still I manage to keep a beat
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Niggaz don't wanna gimme my props but they know it's sweet
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So I'ma give you enough time to hit the rewind
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And for the punks who don't like me, I'm throwin' up the fuck you sign
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U Wanna Know Something
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Esham |