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featuring L.S.
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* first twenty seconds is talking by crew *
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[L.S.]
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I gotta question (I gotta question)
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I gotta question (I gotta question)
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I'm pushin about five fifty-five on the mic, how much you benchin?
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I'm givin all y'all yahoo niggaz some new shit to jig to
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I had to slit you small like that crack in the wall you slid through
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And there ain't no callin draw
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Whether you my man, or some shorty comin with the raw
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I fuck around, and get lost in the portal
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Quantum combat, oh I forget, you only mortals
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Comin with that normal kid I wrap you up in coil
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Hit you up and watch your body burn when it bubble
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I'll rip your lampshades, as I rant and rave
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I'm raw, plus I got more plants to blaze
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It's a fact that fiends, come back to Lean
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with vials, long as that aisle in back of Queens
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Plus I pack macs with beams
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I'm type fear, I'm that nightmare that killed that dream
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My gat steam, crazy buzz
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I slid with ?, plus severe for you baby luv
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I play the role til I'm gray and old (c'mon y'all)
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HEYYY HOOOOO, witcha pops on the payroll
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No doubt, I'm cold out withcha ??
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South to border, I come lay em out for ya
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For these liquid assets
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This thick-lipped bastard stay, dipped in plastic
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Outlaw (outlaw)
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Representin, 1998
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Pac, peace my nigga
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Nino, peace my nigga
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Aight?
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It's all good we move on
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Check we out we move on
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Rock like this we move on
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I'm far from a busta!
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Rock like this we move on
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Rock like this we move on
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Rock like this we move.. it's just a freestyle!
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Move On
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The Union |