BDI Productions, always gets played (on the air that is)
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DuckDown staff, featuring Originoo Gunn Clappaz (commin at yah)
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I be the original (huss) Starang Wondah, (make yah) wonder where I come from
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Word is bond, James Bond, the palce to be
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(Starang Wondah)
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Watch where you walk in the streets of New York
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Where the sign says don't walk but people still walk
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Don't talk, fuck the neighborhood that you be livin
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Where we stomp you out with Timberlands and blow you to oblivion
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Plus its like every mother fucker that I meet
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Want to stop me and kick rhymes dead in the street
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Walk around in their disguise
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(Spread their rumors and their lies)
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But now they all recognize
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DuckDown in the prize
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(Louisville Sluggah)
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I give it to the boy, word bond, he got balls
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There's too many bottles on these walls first of all
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Fools die coarsely, sceeming rap sheets for thoughts
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Lying harshly defeated seeking things he didn't earn
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Niggas do burn unlearned so they live torture
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And outta beat that ass, I be, just like poppa
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But get this, do, know of Jahovah
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But witness two concrete streets meet these soldiers
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(Starang Wondah)
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Plus just last week I seen Asia and Monique
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Walk right past my ass and didn't even speak
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He said she said I'm happy like Mary J.
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Wear my hair nappy while I sip Alizae
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Sometimes walkin', in the storm gets muggy
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Ask D.O. G-O-D don't like ugly
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(sampled)
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Smile in my face, behind my back they talkin' trash
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(All)
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Mad and stuff because your crew won't last
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(sampled)
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Smile in my face behind my back they talkin trash
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(All)
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Ask D.O. G-O-D don't like ugly
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(Top Dawg)
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Your name must be Chris (why?)
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Cause nigga you done crossed over
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Lookin for ways back but you got lost
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As another alli gets crushed into dust
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Fuckin around with us nigga you know it's dangerous
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So trust me, when I'm, smellin your fear
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God Don't Like Ugly
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Originoo Gunn Clapazz |