I think it's time I start feelin bitchy
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I've been too nice, too muthafuckin long
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Yeah, it's definately time I get nasty
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(Goin' be some shit)
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[Sheek:]
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Yeah, yo, well if I can't talk less squall finish streets like the westerns
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Ten paces, turn around and squeeze at unfamiliar faces
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First y'all industry niggas shut the fuck up
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Swear you know a nigga's shit by readin the Vibe
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Well some faggit-ass reporter don, wrote in your life
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I stop the presses, don't let this be your last interview you do
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I say it straight, print it straight to avoid this bullet wound boo
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And y'all niggas kill me with that Windy Williams shit
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Well see a playa [?], swear a nigga Puff jerkin niggas money
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Something ain't right, them niggas ain't got no whips
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Where they rolley's at, but fuck y'all we got more chips
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Shit y'all doin nothin, I can buy a [?] for a bitch
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Now let me see what else, oh yeah these hoes act like we married
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We ain't engaged, don't be mad if I don't take you backstage
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Yo, if I hit that I hit that, why don't you leave it at that
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Instead you try to star sixty-nine my bitches on jacks
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That's why you get smacked, cause y'all hoes ain't never gon' learn
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That's why many of these younger brothers don't go on that turn
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As for y'all MC's, whoever write your rhymes
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Might as well hold your microphone, thats how I feel if it ain't your own
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But we spit as indivually writ, why you paid sixteen stars to write your sixteen balls
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Bought like sixteen cars and ain't like none of them yours
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Y'all niggas lucked up and made it through these doors, shut the fuck up
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[Chorus:]
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Shut the fuck up
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(Hot damn)
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(Goin be some shit)
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[Sheek:]
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Yo, yo, yo, aiyyo I pump up, get big walk through the party jig
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Hat back, tattoos thats straight to the bar, kid
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No weed, healthy as an ox the big man from Lox
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You see solo in some spots, no crew just blocks
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The freaky one, mom said I was soon to be done
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Because I sexed more, and my career's yet to begun
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But I can't help that, you bless me with they looks and pops with the yanks
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So now the dimes gimme brain, and spot me faster in his hand
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Sheek baby, my style been rough until Puff showed me the better things in life
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And how to live phat like Biggie, so I present my shit like that
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Half rough half jiggy, this part time college nigga, part time job
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Had to taste the cake one time and decided to rob, and buy drugs
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Caught slippin almost got Sheek plugged, Jack Daniel, dog
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Shorty rushed the buildin with the pump out, he spit around I'm like, whoa!
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I guess it was God that pushed my head down, cause I ain't know, word yo
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And since then neither religious or christian, but I keep the faith in Him
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Plus the desert eagle clan, so if niggas click they know by now they better
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[?], wha
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[Chorus]
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[Sheek:]
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Yo, aiyyo, my whole click been ConAir, everytime we fly but we don't jack shit
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We play it cool when in doubt no cash, platic, gats plastic
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Now thats sweet, unditected, so when I walk through the scanners it don't beep
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I hear fuck Sheek, fuck the Lox, Styles, and Jay, so what they signed to Bad Boy
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Puff jerkin them anyway, but the difference is if I'm gettin jerked I'm still seein noise
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Push the big boy toys that fly by like zooms
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So I sit and [?] like a bitch, Lox in Cancun
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Up in daddios fuckin wild hoes, the groupy chicas
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So fuck y'all, we paid y'all [?], we train hard continuously, cause we smart
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I rock you ran up them stairs, we run up charts and won't stop til one of us depart
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With one through the heart, but even then that won't stop us
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Cause or spirit gon' guide us, till we rich and old, hand worn down from arthritis
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In the hall of fame, we killed this game in your website like spiders
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Old and gray we're still the same Lox you can't divide us, wha
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[Chorus]
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Goin' Be Some Shit
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The LOX |