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Fashion->
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Check it , I can make you dance, Make you lay way back
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Fat styles become a stack when I rip up tracks
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Kickin' back, I sit back and puff a Phil
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The cool is so damn chill, freeze MC's at will
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Still be comin' back for motion, can't be stale
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Breakin' sucker niggas off like a press-on nail
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I inhale, I exhale, Now I'm zoning
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Freak a fat flow from night 'til the morning
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She gonen, cause I fuckin' stole that witch
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Swept you home like a broom, then I roll that witch
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Switch over to the right hand or back to the left
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See, whichever one I use, yo, it still spells def
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D-E-F, And I do work with these
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So is a chick with my dick like I'm Hercules
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Jerk me please, help me let off some of this cream
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Comin' down on you in drops just like pieces of a dream
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Seems like I am a mother, so word to me
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Burnin' mother-fuckin' rappers in the third degree
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Servin' thee, or a so-called superstar
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Cause no matter who you are, you still catch a bullet scar
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V.I.C.->
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Click, click, BAM! Let off a couple
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One for the beef, two for the trouble
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Three for my niggas that are ready to set it
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World's famous...Man, forget it
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Psycho Les->
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Still livin' foul, yo, ain't nothing changed
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So I'm a hit you with a rhyme-shot at point-blank range
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But still hardcore and everything that goes with it
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Gettin money plus I'm bagging all the ho's and shit
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To the critics, tryin to sweat the life I live
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I got a fully loaded clip and no love to give
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So don't stress me, cause I aint tryin' to hear that trash
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Come test me and I'ma have to bust yo, bust yo, bust yo.........
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Let Off a Couple
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