We interrupt this program to bring you a special report
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We are looking for a man named Billy
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who has just been accused for use of fake credit cards;
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use of UPS trucks; and trying to sell crack
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to an undercover token clerk
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What is this world coming to? Well I'll tell you
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Yeahhh his name is Billy
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Now let me tell you about this guy right here
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Bust it
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A brainiac, con artist to the 'T'
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Able to geese, you and me
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Talks like a psychotic pimp, walks with a limp..
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.. but he's a wimp!
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Mastermind of the computer world, he lives
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with his wife and a cute little girl
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Now this is the story of a family
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And the man of the family, huh, his name was Billy
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"Yeah you know that guy named Billy
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he was always conning somebody
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he was always getting away with murder word"
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His name was Billy!
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"He tried to have Moet tossin Olde E money
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I ain't tryin to have that
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but let me tell you about this"
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Ohhhh, Billy Billy Billy, whassup for today?
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Ha ha! Tell me, did you ever find a way
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to make that money real quick - well I got an idea
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"So what's the idea?" Computer chip!
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Here's a job, some numbers, two credit cards
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We'll split it even, but here's the odds
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Twenty to one, Who's Harry Crumb?
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He's a big fat man which he carries a fat gun
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Now Billy, a smooth operator
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Sneaks out his door, a to the elevator
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Gets on the sixth, and gets off on the fifth
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Then heads out the building with
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his little pocket knife in his hand
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Show em you're a man Billy.. understand?
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A few people try to mug him, crack dealers love him
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Delivery boys think highly of him
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United Parcel, very colossal.. UH!
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Sometimes he get a bit hostile
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Don't even care, if people stare
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He gets his package look around, then he's outta there!
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Well a-nother day, a-nother dollar
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Don't wanna do it, boy but he's gotta
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a diamond to sell, three point one carat
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"So what he did?" Sold it to the first floor faggot
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No real money, one and a third
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But the brother's gonna get, as high as a bird
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Bell bottoms, yes the man invented the slacks
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Old fashioned turn them naked pointy shoes with spats
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He got the limp to his walk, hat cocked just right
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Walkin down the block, lookin like, Willy Dynamite!
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This man is amazing, he does a lot
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He can tell you what he can do, and what he can not
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He get you radios or TV's, clocks and beds
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He's gettin, twenty to life once he's caught by the feds
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His name was Billy
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"Yeah my man went and got her credit card
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Bought my man a Pathfinder Jeep, word up
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I ain't actin like we ain't been down
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Knahmsayin? He never get love from me
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always tryin to con me but I ain't goin for it
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Word" BREAK IT DOWN!
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"Tell em what you want Kid Capri"
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Man I need a VCR, really (really, really)
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I thought you was going to lookout, BILLY
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You told me to be here six o'clock
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By that time, you said you'd be ready to make the drop
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Well I guess you're fronting again
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When you gonna be on the up and up my friend?
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You keep conning, you better chill!
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Cause a brother like me will squeal.. on Billy!
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"He did it, he did it!
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Word up man I'm squealing on him man
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He tried to front on the Kid Capri, word"
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His name was Billy!
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"Ain't no way in the world I'ma let that go
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Lords of Funk ain't tryin to have that!
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KnowhatImean?"
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His name was Billy!
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"Man you need to grow up before you blow up
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YouknowhatI'msayin?
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Stop tryin to play high post with a low income"
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His name was Billy!
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"I ain't havin it..
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now before you think about doin it
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let me tell you this!"
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Don't mess with Bill (no no-no no)
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Don't mess with Bill (uh-huh)
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His name was Billy!
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Uh-huh, mmhmm, ah-hah, mmhmm
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Ah-hah, mmhmm, mmhmm, mmhmm
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Ah-hah, mmhmm, ah-hah, mmhmm
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Ah-hah, his name was Billy
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I think Billy learned his lesson
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Just leave that crack alone!
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I'm outta here
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Billy
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| Kid Capri |
