[Trash Talk]
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Oh yeah, MC Hawking and DJ Doomsday,
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kicking it with the hardcore beat,
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to get you out your seat.
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We be laying this down for PC Gamer in 2002.
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[Verse 1]
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GTA3's like the Sims to me,
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a real life simulator 'cause that's where I be,
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on the street, packing heat, car jacking, head cracking,
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taking duckets from the pockets of the bourgeoisie.
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In Liberty City, it's easy to score.
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no one in this city locks their car door.
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So I'm jacking every cheetah that I happen to see,
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not looking like a dot, I'm kicking it 3D.
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Then just to mix it up I jack an Esperanto,
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uzi out the window spraying the spank ho's.
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police take notice so I hit the gas,
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and hit the Pay'n'Spray to get the cops off my ass.
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Yeah, Liberty City, it's my virtual home,
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you dis the LC, I'll drop a nine in your dome.
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I got the PE pumping on the MP3,
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Yo it's G to the T to the A to the 3.
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[Trash Talk]
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Yo Doomsday, you ever notice how the old ladies in this town,
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never hesitate to throw down?
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You knock one of them down they get right up again.
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Those are some hardcore grandma's!
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[Verse 2]
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Sometimes I sit in my car and just listen to Laslo,
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rock the chatterbox with the serious flow.
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Then I gotta get getting while the getting's still good,
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so I take a quick spin to 8-Balls in Harwood.
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The car don't make it on account of mafiosos,
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hood in flames, I'm hoofing past the po-po.
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Sure it's so slow, still it appeals to Hawking,
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LC be the only place where I be walking.
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Taxi cab missions, got old fast,
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if I want Crazy Taxi I'll dust-off my DreamCast.
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I'm all about crime all the motherlovin time,
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only pausing from my mayhem to bust a dope rhyme.
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Driving scary like a crazed Hally Berry,
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got a job to do and no time to tarry,
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I got the PE pumping on the MP3,
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Yo it's G to the T to the A to the 3.
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[Trash Talk]
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Oh yeah, that's right gta3.
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It's about time somebody made a videogame out of my life.
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Yo doom take us out of here.
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GTA3
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| MC Hawking |
