Back at it, me and Jeeda supreme
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The way we lean on that track, call it track-matic
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Rap addicts cooked up your bad habits
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Now you can't imagine your life if you didn't have it
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So a part of me, flowing all through my arteries
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Niggas say they the best and I laugh heartily, pardon me
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But you are surely mistaken, go take a vacation
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Hardly original, other niggas you tracing
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But don't confuse it with hating, get your paper plate
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I'm just stating facts like the bottom of snappy cat
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Similar to your girl, how I twist that
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Sorry, forgive that, getting ahead of myself so let me get back
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To the fact most of these rappers is whack
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Back in business, the new Erica Parish
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So listen and hear the magic that happened and had been crafted by
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No one other, Winner Circle motherfucker
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We'll be here when the limelight's gone
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Winner Circle, first niggas with the fire going strong
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WC is trouble, you see, making other rappers cruise it like it's WV
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Checking your lines, Don Cerino and Chuck Brown
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City D, y'all shit out of luck, man
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Welcome to the new club, WC
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That's The Winners Circle in the C double O with me
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You heard that once before, I'll say it again
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It's close for biz, we don't need another add in
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But you know that niggas be leaches and hinder-ons
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Latch-ons, Klingons, so forth and so on
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But it's not Star Trek, it's more like Shrek
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I'm ugly in booth, y'all are Puss in Boots so who's next?
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My dialect's only concerned with boom rapping
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Rapping the bells over, care for your new raps
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Chuck, I'm so ill with is, City, I'm killing this
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Down, they never knew, 'cause I'm so hieroglyph
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Y'all wanna be me but struggle just to be a tip
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Keep it 100 so y'all got 90% left
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Yelling out witness in the strip that we get
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That was handed out to a man in denial, wasn't him
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Once a Lord's boy, but the music be the pif
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It's making me high like the light, work to get sky high
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We'll be here when the limelight's gone
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Winner Circle, first niggas with the fire going strong
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WC is trouble, you see, making other rappers cruise it like it's WV
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Checking your lines, Don Cerino and Chuck Brown
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City D, y'all shit out of luck, man
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Welcome to the new club, WC
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That's The Winners Circle in the C double O with me
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You think about dynasties, Bulls in '93
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The Yankees, UCLA when they had Kareem
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Aaron back and Bill, they won back to back
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With the ' to be his act
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Tom Brady and it's still curtain, determined to be a must be elite, yeah, I'm certain
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That we the best when we're having the worst merging
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And my dude C die in peace, for we now working
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Certain to put a hurt in on park benches who thirsting
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I am the merchant of death, get on your knees for him
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Tell him a story about you and your past glory
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And how you worried about if they hearing your story
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Or even believe all the lullabies you've been kicking
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Bridges are being burned like the witches, check your religion
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And this is just the beginning, I'm sinning, better believe
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She know she fucking with winners, our circle tighter than she is
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We'll be here when the limelight's gone
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Winner Circle, first niggas with the fire going strong
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WC is trouble, you see, making other rappers cruise it like it's WV
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Checking your lines, Don Cerino and Chuck Brown
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City D, y'all shit out of luck, man
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Welcome to the new club, WC
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That's The Winners Circle in the C double O with me
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Welcome To The New Club
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| The Winners Circle |
