No longer on the low, I gotta flow is what I mean
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Let the critics know they can't tamper with the Jolly Green
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No longer on the low because my flows be tight
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On my own shit, A to the G is what I be like
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The Neighborhood Sickness makes you feel the pain
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But the Medicine got the brain numb like novacaine
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Red hot, Got the Flavas, Show & A got the flavas
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Now come on with the get down
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A full blitz when I put wits to song
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More flavors than them freaky 411s your bitch got on
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Next Level is what it's Time For
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'94 missed us, but check us when nine pound wind down
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Forget my fame, because my aim is the riches
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Even Robert DeNiro, he ain't seen more witches
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The street is filled with chickens, some finger-licking
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I need that queen that represents by all means
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You're bopping your head, now watch it spread like cancer
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On the move like go-go, burn you like Jo Jo
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Dancer, you can't relate because my raps are the roughest
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Retaliate, but you wrath is roughless
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Fear no human being, seeing me is rare
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Time has took its toll, I can tell by your tears
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A man amongst children, and my records make a killing
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Like tobacco, I got a fat flow, worth a million
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You'd better breeze cause you're finished
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You'll get sprayed like afro sheen, got more green than spinach
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Time to roll, got my squad on patrol
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Trying to find phony fellas faking like they got soul
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Never Less Than Ill
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| Showbiz & A.G. |
