[Panama P.I.]
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I'm the greatest rapper in the world, you who tryin to kid man
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I will slam dunk on your big man
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Been rappin for years, crackin them bears, the sound of platinum chairs
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Predict future cash and it's near, my speech is dittly
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I bust shots until the heat gets heavy
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Fuck bitches until the sheets get sweaty
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Beats and melodies, will make me blink
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I'll pull my shank out, and give a warrior's cry
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If you ain't down wit my crew, all you die
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You can tell I'm real, by lookin in the ball of my eye
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I will get some cream from it, one day, your baby and my baby
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Can my some dough on Teem Summit
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Countin the loot, fountain the youth, the young God
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Here's the inside thug, like a Marmashad
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Some wanna have emotions and kill me
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Put the toast to my kidney, when I speak most of them feel me
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So, keep my name off ya breath
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'Fore my nigga Gruff take the chain off ya chest
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All guaranteeing, blaow, take the brain off ya neck
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Off the top of the dough, one shot and you'll blow
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Fuckin wit Panama P.I., guarantee I'll take ya outta ya zone
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[Cam'Ron]
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Aiyo me and my nigga Hais, ride, lay loose
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Case ya try to play Zeus, got the tray deuce
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Hidin right inside the bubble, face goose
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Not to quickly to make to make news
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I'ma ace deuce, caught cases, I got Gotti and O.J. juice
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And my crew, you're very stackless, very cock now
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Phase of every Rocky, turn your caviar ass into, um
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Chicken teriyaki, Spanish nigga try to front on me
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I say papi Rocky, wish he would of shot me
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Cuz I don't care if he frail or cock D.
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When I got the glock, B, can't stop me
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And no judicial system could affix me, try to lock me
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Over papes on mine, Mr. D.A., someone to lace ya dime
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And tell P.H. that the camera job, come on, that's a waste of mine
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Cuz I got my girl Curry, live in D.C.
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Work the spring court, you know for me, that just scary
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How Harlem nigga do, get in the building bitch hurry
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Before my girl see, back to top, so she can give me one on jury
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Says hung, got her sprung, she fell that I'm young
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Her little toy boy, make her lick my ass wit a tongue
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She's so smart, she's dumb, but I keep, tomorrow ain't promised
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Now I might need a one way flight to St. Thomas
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And at the same time I got a JAG fetish
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And who knows, I might have bad credit
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I can't borrow from niggas I ass betted
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Go to your girl, I pop my truck faster
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Don't make me Flex on you ghetto style like Funkmaster
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[Chorus: Panama P.I.]
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You got money, what it look like?
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You got crack, what it cook like?
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You got a song, wit the hook like?
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Word is bond, when P.I. hit the microphone, niggas took mics
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You got crack, what it cook like?
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You got a song, wit the hook like?
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You got some money, what it look like?
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What part of the game is that?
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You fuck around wit my track, blaow, part of the flaming stat
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[I-Born]
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I live the God knowledge, my book of life, he read like twice
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Five percent shine, today the grease like, my attribute's like
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Paretic chrome, I thrown, throw it at your dome, blown
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It be known, like Sa Salasi clone, connect wit one zone
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Cybernetic, verbal buck slang, king ebonic
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Nickname Farad, all of ya dude, rock me Muhammad
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I came swift, wit off as the shit, they couldn't catch it
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Define this, got drawn so swift, couldn't detect it
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Thug covert, sip Scotch drink, just like an Irish
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Move like the infamous full blown antivirus
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Apollus, mad Olympic, fragile fitness
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Supreme gymnast, ancient decent, homey scriptures
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Equilibrium, catch me at the Wimbledon, thug gentlemen
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Guess jeans, Wu shirts, construction Timberland
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You're nobody wit nothing and your name shall be Nathan
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Who you facin, slugs blazin the amazin
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[McGruff]
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Aiyo check it, I used to live reckless
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Snatch kids necklace, nigga respect this
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A nigga catch this, blaow, trigga specialist
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Is your death wish, leave you rib and chestless
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Gun ho, real life thug, every one know
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From the Bumjo, to the kids, to Colombo
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My niggas locked down doin state, did you rumble?
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Twenty five to L, on the humble, real thug shit
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Plug shit, catch you, wouldn't dare fuck wit
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| Care rugged, from the sk |
