Ok children for today's vocabulary test
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Who would like to stand up and share with the rest of the classroom?
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The definition of the word- Dictate
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Ohh, me me me, please
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Okay Jason go ahead, stand up
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And give us the definition of the word Dictate
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Ok?
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You know Ms. Johnson, dictate
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How's my Dic Tate
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[Haystak]
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My minds constantly in money gettin mode
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I done seen bitches flip like them Sony explodes
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I came by way of a long bumpy road
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Doin eighty it's all gravy on the phone gettin throat
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From the padro?? to that hydro
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From that sticky to that icky
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Dark tinted windows on my stretch 150
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Killer talkin trash
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Tell em boy come and get me
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They been bumpin for some minuets
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They some bitches evidently
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MY city represents me like fifty thousand albums
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They eat it up in the Ville like x-pills and Valiums
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God damn, you did em so dirty
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Jumpin up out of the back of that back 430
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I shit hotter then fish grease
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Strong as a pitch??
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Bitch please
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I'm none of them fake mc's
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That sees their enemies and run like hoes
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Nuthin to fear but fear foo confront your foes
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And tell em
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[Hook x8]
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Run hide duck huh
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Bitch you heard me huh what?
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[Haystak]
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Crippling competitors crushed my opposition
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Walk into a room rappers stand up at attention
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Like Ten, hut hut hut, shovin threw the club
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Hollerin, what what what what
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Crunk and I could give a fuck
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Sipping syrup got me slower then molasses in December
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May as well show my ass in the morning I won't remember
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Why my hand hurts
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How i got this cut above my eye
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Holler turned to squabbling
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With fools from another side
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Fist will hurt your pride
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Bullets hurt your sole
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When they jumping out of your body
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Because you're bleeding out of control
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Oh no, I can't go out like this
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Layin here with my drawers full of shit and piss
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You ignorant son-of-a trailer park tramp
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Who in the fuck do you think I am?
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God damn, you only get one more warning
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Then you're goin to sleep
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But it aint gonna be no yawning
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[Hook x8]
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Run hide duck huh
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Bitch you heard me huh what?
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[Haystak]
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If i could make this verse as hard as the other two
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This song would be a banging mother fucker dude
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Haystak, alias moonshine, big stak, mista mac
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Mista if we beefing watch your god damn back
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Even in showers, even at picnics
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My clicks thicker then brick mix
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Bullets fatally attracted like lunatic chicks
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Who jumped on your dick cause your record was hot
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Found out where your family stays, can't blow up the spot
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Huh, what
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Can you say clothes in the yard?
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Bitch dun threw some grits and barley missed me swear to god
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My old lady got more heart then the majority of them
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IF I don't like it I go in the source
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Say it in public and fuck em
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It wasn't no accident or homicide
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I purposely buck em
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The fuckin snitch sold out my cousin
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Got him busted at customs
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You like em but don't trust em
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Fuck em but don't love em
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If you really think he's bluffin
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Take the gun away from em
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[Hook x8]
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Run hide duck huh
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Bitch you heard me huh what?
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Run Hide Duck
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| Haystak |
