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I guess it gotta give them
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Headaches over head then your beat breaks
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Lyrics modum only cause you rode 'em to my scrotum
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Hoping makes a pretty penny, if any, one of many, we're coming through
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Smacking ya wit something we seen in Street Fighter II
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Big D's like E Honda, bite like Blancka, or flip Ms. Chun Li best be
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easy baby
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You'll get the fair fist from the figure only get O sopranoes
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Get dismantle, too hot to handle, I am
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Grunt fiddle hawk when I talk
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Then I speak in ahlf Porturican brother from New York
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Or I'll smack you wit a ?corlota coat hero?
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You didn't figure nigga I'll smoke ya
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Sharp duck, I'm running amuck
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I jock it for the mic, ?coov? I give less than a fuk
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Peeping, I'll freak it then speak it across the border
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Now troublemakers and we're not taking your orders
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The water, don't wanna be deceived
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I'm bucking some change, now I feel fuking naive
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'Cause I'm living my day beat in the city of scum
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I'm in a different one daily and it's yours, that's the one
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That got drop, crooked cop shoot your shots
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Putting technically emphetic, you people are plops
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Now that I go pass go, I don't know, yo, bro
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I feel like I'm still in the ghetto
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(chorus)
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Put me in a house on the hill(still in the ghetto)
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Hit me till my tanks on filled(still in the ghetto)
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Get me a job so I don't have to rob, why do I wanna kill(Still in the
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ghetto)
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Now bust it, sit back, I'm bout to rip it
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Trust it, the styles like lusted
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And wicked, loosely, who me I'm groovy
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I saw Fritz the cat when it was in the fuking movies
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'Cause I go back like pitching pennies on a project step
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One of five when the bullet fly live
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When a rebel pulled a card, steady yard
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I ride around and rip the niggy get dope, it's just too hard
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Why brothers kill one another like coppers get undercovers
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When all we really got is one another
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A brother could feed me but if it needs me
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If I'm greedy, then what of myself do I discovered
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Say what I know, see what I saw
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Do what I did so kid, I'm sliding through the door
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Ticket get wit the shorty wit his eye on the tech
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Kick it to the crew that's not all safe sex
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Even kick it wit the man wit a plate pig neck juice
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Kid, I get loose like a ferret
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Why front, I've been rocking suits since the Parrot
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Le Bush Von negro, kid I'm crazy ghetto
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Yea, yo, tiptoe, through your road wit amigoes
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Ready or not, here come the Sheep to relieve
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Pull it off the kuff while we're wearing short sleeves
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Get it, got it, good
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Put it in you stereo and blast it in your hood
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Chorus
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Now if its checkers, chess, or song survivors
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I'm gonna catch wreck like I was a drunk driver
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But how's your hand-o in the ghetto
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Only thing you got is what you had from the get (ready) go
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Yo, you can't trust even if your tight
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'Cause they hug wit the left, stab you wit the right
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Love the Estoria and blan by Corona
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I'm still the same, I still got game in Barcelona
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Don't think I forgot where I been when you see me in a crowd
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Come in, no one's allowed, I hope I make you proud
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And as for those that never liked me
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You can go to hell and sight see
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The past is an ash, gone like spent cash
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Peace, boom bash, I won't dash
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I'm rollin through your region wit the Legion, reason
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Thought it was a rabbit, kid, it's duck season
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Don't think up I'm letting selling out, don't forget and
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Don't think I won't represent man
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Take a brother out and where he was is in him
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Drop 'em then I'm wearing silk, corduroy, or denim
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Make your mom's mom or make your kids do the jerk
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Comments couldn't faze me if they came from Captain Kirk
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Or the brown docking do in the sand, I can do 'em
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Throw a rhyme beat like my name were Warren Moon
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Hold back, why black, I never turn blue
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I'm chilling wit Pamela Anderson, we're both bout due
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Get ready for the new, yo, we'll show it
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Call the record week and it'll be here before you know it
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So on the real, don't sweat, where's my beds at
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No matter where it goes, I know where my heads at
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Chorus
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Still In The Ghetto
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