[scratching]
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"The beat" "Goes!" - "The beat-beat" "Goes!"
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"The beat" "Goes!" - "The beat-beat" "Goes!"
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"The beat-beat" "Goes!" - "The beat" "Goes!"
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"The beat" "Goes!" - "And the beat" "Goes!"
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[Big Gipp]
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Well it's the dip monk (?) execute parachute
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(?) this Gipp man, lovin that orange brother
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Make you stay up all night, make ya eyes puffy
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Eyes wide like the back wheel of a Huffy
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Could never be ya cousin brother, rather be a relative
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In ya (?) seat-painted we could settle it
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DF the Family, below they still sellin it
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Knickerbocker socker on the weekend type fella
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Black crow nest don't buck back
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Love jokes, getcha ass jacked, put the bullets in his dick
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Another comin for the excaliber hit
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That shit, who the next gon' dip with this?
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[Hook - 2X]
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And the beat goes,
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On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
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and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
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"And the beat" "Goes!"
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[Big Boi]
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In the middle of the ghetto, the rhythem of the rebel takin over
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Crappy clubs and burros
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You'll try to censor it and stop it
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But we still won't settle, Pinnochio and Gepetto
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They tellin lies to my fellow Americans
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Besides the heroines and heros, dope fiends and zeros
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The Dungeon Family steady jammin as the beat goes
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We know famili that the Dirty ain't no equal
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My name is B-I-G and keep me to a tree hoes
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White Gutz, white wall ties, and white name
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With so much love why do we need hate?
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Cuz everybody played it fool, we bouncin in ya place
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Gotta grind till he give me yo' shine, you shake and bake like
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[Hook - 2X]
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[Cool Breeze]
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Even when a G be bustin, ice-cold crushin
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Ladies be touchin, and the club be rushin
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For the stage, bitches see a second page in this chapter
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See me to the fullest cuz I'm more than just a rapper
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Slash actor - and producer on the news sir
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Pimp or breeder, strong house leader
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The game get deeper, sweeper, Yamaha creeper
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DF each a rider, like a wood driver
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With 'em on the court I'm hittin jumpers outside-a
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Southwest rider, deep like a diver, +Rich+ like Pryor
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Ain't no higher!
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[Hook - 2X]
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[Witchdoctor]
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Witchdoctor come wit it!
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I'm your words from your heart beat skip
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Hit me, I'm workin off my hip
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And I keep a box of extra clips
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Cuz haterism is a trip
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And I come out the +blue+ like a Crip
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And believe me asses'll get whipped
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Georgia's biggest mess
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My new bone gon' drink milk from his momma's breast
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Fielders of this stress
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It was the music that took you
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Put you in a pot and cooked you
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If this was (?) I'd cook you...
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[Hook - 2X]
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[Khujo]
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It's so gritty
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Mayside gladiator, blue and gold raider
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Northwest alumini dwellin in Decatur
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Skin ya like a gator, bust yo' head like a baked potato
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I can't stand on purpose tellin you didn't know yo' poppa
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Now I hate her, so "Kiss the Game Goodbye" like Jada
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We comin up like escalators
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And if you say you the best then we ten times greater!
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Candy-ass and seeds melt away like Now-and-Laters!
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Erase yo' data! With this nigga chaser!
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And if I have to, I'll hitchu with the maser!
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[Hook - 2X]
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[scratching to fade]
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On & On & On
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| Dungeon Family |
