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[Bo$$]
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Who am I to flip a wicked Bitch?
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Business is Business
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But now the revelation has revealed
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How the Bo$$ Bitch is trying to get rich!
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And doing a good job
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And rippin' up the pavement with 'nuff shit
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Aww shit!!
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I think I jumped into a maze
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And now I'm being surrounded by dead niggaz in a daze
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Some kind of way I have become a slave
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Yes sir Masta
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No sir Masta
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I work fasta, even if it means my brain being tampered with
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Fuck it!
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At least I got rid of the pamper
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Lata on I mix up with some G's
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Kickin' it on the corner curb
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Talkin' about expanding to Pittsburgh
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I'm out here on the cut smokin' bud with Macaroni
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Instead of us servin' niggas this fucka's tryin' to bone me
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But I ain't trying to hear this Bitch made elf
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I ain't in the mood
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Cause I don't fuck around with the help bastard!
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If it wasn't for the dope that we got stashed in the casket
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I'd have your ass hit
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Then watch the fool die trickin!
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While I be countin' crispy ass dollars
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Like Louisana fried chicken
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And takin a sip of his favorite drink
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At the grave as I stare through the shade
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Your shit still stinks!
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I wasn't tryin' to see an explanation
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Cause as far as I'm concerned the only way to progress
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Is through elimination!
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Hook:
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Got's to go yeah
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Got to go
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The Bo$$ no loss
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What ever the cost
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Elimination
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Got's to go yeah
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Got to go
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[Bo$$]
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Time is running out I'm still self employed
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They talking this Pitt shit but I'm tryin to get back to DETROIT!
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Fuck it if I need to do these niggas I'm a do 'em too
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And step the fuck off as if I never knew them fools
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See ya!
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Now the shit is going my way
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I'm hittin' the highway
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No mo' drive by's
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In my drive way
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This is what's happening
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I'm finally at my destination
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I ain't one of 'dem bitches tryin'
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I gotta get crackin' fuck a curling iron
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I'll get that shit did lata
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Meanwhile I'm on some ol'
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Bucka a sucka quick shit fo paper and
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I'm disectin' at the same time progressin'
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Eliminating like a lunatic shootin quick
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Call it what you want but I'll be brief
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I don't trust a motha fucka
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Unless a motha fucka is me g!
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Getting' sweated is just an inspiration
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So I don't regret it when you get your BC date
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Cause it's all about elimination
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(got to go yeah, got to go)
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Fuck up and I'll have yo ass hitch hikin'
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From Idaho Yo!
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Bo$$ is knockin' out silly shit
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Let me hit this philly spliff
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Now it's time to really trip
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I gettin the feelin' that these niggas
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Is into my shit
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Plus the muchies got me wanting a burger
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But first the murder
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Knockin' em off was a cinch but I'm stuck
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And ain't no way that I'm a rest my head on
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Another bench Fuck!
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I'm sick of this shit
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Let me slip into this alley
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And try to fly as high as I can get
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With 200 blunts and 100 spliffs
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(tryin to make it to Detroit, Detroit)
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Now every member of my click is in his grave
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I'm truly the BO$$ bitch now
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Nobody's slave!
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How do I plea?
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Listen! I'll neva give an explanation
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Cause as far as I'm concerned
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The only way to progress is through
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Elimination!
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Hook:
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Gots to go yeah got to go
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The BO$$ no loss
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At whateva the cost
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Elimination
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Progress Of Elimination
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