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featuring OutKast Goodie MoB Witchdoctor
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* some words from the intro are left out this is as it appears on
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the CD single
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[Andre Benjamin]
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Never has ev ery member in one crew been so diverse
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Tryin to outdo the last verse that I birthed that is my curse
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Your knight in rhyming armor sentimentally slay all grand dragons
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Grab the sharpest No. 2 then I'm stabbin
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Somebody let me a hold a No. 2 pencil cause they testin
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Somebody let me a hold a No. 2 pencil cause they testin
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[Witchdoctor]
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I fly through the night, yeah
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Mixing 'Card with some Sprite, lyrics we put inside ya
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Listen to these A-T-L riders (hooo hooooo!)
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Keep your head straight, the street's full of snakes
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Slithering, making.. deals, delivering
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UHH uh uh, that weed got you shivering
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Paranoia, fifteen hundred go to the lawyer
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after paying his rent, dollars and cents
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They're stealing pit-BULLS, put up a fence
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We movin on, tell the crew it's on
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[Cee-Lo]
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'Kay, here it go
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They call me Sugar Baby Shi-da-loh
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I'm one fourth of the migh-ty
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G-double-O, D-and-the-I-and-the-E, the M-and-the-O
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[Khujo]
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Yo, this ain't no chain to your brain
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Pistol and they gon' bang, plus drain ya
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like some Folgers ? ya now
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Get in touch with your clothes
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[Cee-Lo]
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Tellin ya home
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Anybody disrespect my zone
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we gon' get it on til we get it gone
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And y'all might get it right
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but you gettin in wrong
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Or you gonna get shot and blown
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[Khujo]
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Out here the volume workin ?
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Stankin cops get your skull split
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and gettin with it figuratively
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It's just that I showed them
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now they tried roll out
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Hopin we'd be on, back in the weight room son
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Think of a spot, we'd keep all day
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Choppin for the live spots
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The thug, take your hairy soul
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like ? I withdraw!
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[Big Gipp]
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Yeah, look here, been here
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Dis here's, diss year's
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Get one of the five
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to lay it down round here
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Gold and the platinum all over the walls
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If you ever shake the hook, go and have big balls
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Laid it down hard more than one {fuckin} time
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Go ahead and get it gone, now I'm out my mind
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Went from hubcaps and 30's to the hundred spoke
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People still talkin bout the last rhyme I wrote
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Eighty-seven was the year that I first stepped in
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I'm hollerin at Big D, doin time in the pen, I say
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[Big Boi]
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Whenever the dope boys, done crept in
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Steppin all over your best friends
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No wea-pons, the lyrical lessons
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and smoked out sessions
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The Young and the Restless
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Some of the best in the Dirty South
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and Midwestern, hemisphere
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They wanna be this here, the fate of B-O-I
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gonna run these verses and make you see this here
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{Niggaz} tried to jock it
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I put my plug off in they girl's socket
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Know, the D to the F is gon' forever rock it
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Lock it, down (yeah, yeah)
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[T-Mo]
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The T stands for T-Mo, who's known as a teacher
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SouthWest young brother, bringin the pain through your speaker!
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It's like a disease to fiend for the cheese you need
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Come up and ease the feelin, exhibit and chillin
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while dealin with the devil himself, increase my wealth be
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more than tanktops the average minimum weight
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College brethern, these days done changed the recipe
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Steady taxin, creatively maximize, with proper investments
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Can't be hesitant, with them dead president
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or you lose, or you could lose your ? but no tools
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[Cee-Lo]
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For whateva time I got left, I'ma holla and scream D-F
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For whateva time I got left, I'ma holla and scream D-F
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[Cool Breeze]
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I know a whole lot of brothers in the rap game
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But most of them are in it for the shiny thangs
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They wanna snatch all ten, maybe stack about fo'
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They wanna live in the house but don't want no grass to grow
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See what you need to do is learn the tricks of the trade
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Go to work, put it down, and den get paid
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It's only two of us gon' get caught for makin the sale
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I'm one, and if you the other bro, I can't tell
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Cain't nobody think they come in, and get in the zone
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Tryin to kill fo' birds, with about fifteen stones
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The C stands for Cool Breeze who's known as the champ
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Freddy Calhoun, the coolest cutta at camp
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Ay, my one's and my two's got your whole town shook
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You bett |