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[Kleptomaniac]
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Why niggaz wanna clock me?
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like that dance called the chachi
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Don't they know I break motherfuckers into parts like Rocky
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Part I, part II, part III, niggaz can't fuck with me
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My style's knock-kneed plum crazy (what?)
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Who's that wild ass motherfucker catchin wreck
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Stickin Jamaicans for sound sets outside discoteques
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It's Klep the death specialist, Stallone and Stone shit
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Stayin high representin for the nine-quint
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Ras bad guy, burns the house down like Left Eye
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Why try mimic? MC's get broke like speed limits (uhh)
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Niggaz can't fuck with my metaphors
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Canin MC's like they in Singapore; Klep been through more wards
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than Humphrey Shore, put together catchin leathers
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on the regular, got that net, push me round and Dread stressin a
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trick hoe, what the Dread won't know won't hurt
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Robbin his workers for they work; now, WHOSE TURF IS THIS?
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It's Klep's, the clothes wreckers'
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Life interceptor, pussy collector
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Got your bitch on my dick and I ain't even stressin her
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Check enough sex in her, my styles are regular
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Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique moves in like the senator
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Hook: Niggas say "Oh my lord!"
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[Notorious B.I.G.]
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Throw gats to *Guiliani*
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Flows tighter than bitches punani, try me, die G
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Dangerous, since my daddy bust me out
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the tip of his dick, Biggie Smalls with the wickedest shit
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Spit clips, niggaz split like bananas
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Flavour like Tropicana; orange, mango, peach
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I strangle each -- negro for they dough
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Niggaz get to bendin, got two cases, one pendin
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560 V-12 engine, women spinnin
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in 9-2-9 Mazda's, Tammy and Natasha
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The menage-a-trois around my waist
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like Ill and Al Skratch smokin 50 sacks in the back of Ac's
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Windows cracked, so sit back relax
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Yo Vec, crush the hash, the Beretta's in the stash
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Hook: repeat 4X
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[Kleptomaniac]
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What you doin with yourself? Stone heart's the way to wealth
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Indecisive thoughts make sentences get dealt
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Money makes the world go round, robbin shit
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Fuck a job shit, niggaz want cribs, bricks and spliffs
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All-wheel automobiles, traction control
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for clay roads, rollin with dough, kickin game
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on the cel with bitches on hold, that's how we roll (uhh)
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Rhymes got tight as hell so to the bank I stroll (uhh)
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Money on my mind, open lips from my eyes
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reveal pupils shaped like dollar signs --
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[Notorious B.I.G.]
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-- the world is mine!
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Niggaz frontin, feelin twelve gauge pellets
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BIG is repellant, to all that "He say, she say"
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We play, Russian roulette, fuck the threat
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Your whole crew's vagina, you and your co-signer
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Nigga, we rollin in eight and a halfs, TV's in the dash
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Three G's in the stash, see we love the cash
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No coke, then get some more
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Hook
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[Kleptomaniac]
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Niggaz don't know bout my game, they don't know
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how complex it is, baggin bitches in GS 300 Lexuses
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and the sex is for summer sports
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Passports for drug transports to remote resorts
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Bitches with Donna Karan "Catwoman" suits, matchin figure boots
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Haircut cute, on tops and garters like prostitutes
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My lyrics explicit
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Got bitches bringin they own condoms on the first visit
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[Notorious B.I.G.]
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If Biggie bring big bowls of beef
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backin bitch niggaz down, burners bring bundles of belief
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Common thief, slash drug chief, syndicated
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Went from 10 K, to 24 K and motherfuckers hate it
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J.M. sedated, quarantined (uhh)
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BIG for President, buckin shots past the spleen
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9 millimeter dream, Mac 11 nightmares
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Electric chairs, which MC's do you fear?
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Big Poppa, Junior M.A.F.I.A., nuff said
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Niggaz disrespect just are dead...
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Oh My Lord
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Junior M.A.F.I.A. |