Sticks and stones may break my bones,
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But words will never hurt, it wonĄŻt work,
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So throw dirt on the nigger and watch me burst my shoulders off
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I ainĄŻt soft for loss and see all the boss.
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Think about it, he didnĄŻt win from this and that,
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And back name trying to rap the way, half in hat.
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Says who? You? You ainĄŻt got a clue what IĄŻve been through,
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You mortal, donĄŻt saw on me, dude,
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We used to be cool when I was on the R&B side,
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Rap niggers are singing, I thought IĄŻd give it a try.
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CanĄŻt be mad, you niggers never call me for hook the industry struck
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IĄŻm Black Ty, open the books.
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Daddy rapping the block, niggers know from what to keep it hot,
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The west coast move wonĄŻt stop.
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Straight out the dope for sure, got plenty collabĄŻos
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You niggers ainĄŻt ready for the rap, donĄŻt make me laugh.
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IĄŻve been doing this rap shit for years, blood, sweat and tears, no fears.
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So let me be clear, I got medicine for your ears,
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And not draided and do, I should have steal hot damn, absolute.
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Warning( Intro)
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| Tyrese |
