Make way for the nitty, gritty, bitty titty filler
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City after city time and crime rap dealer
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I don¡¯t play football, I¡¯m not a playmaker
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My only way deep is to throw a haymaker
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School rule breaker
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Makin¡¯ teachers have a fit
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From the Goz show that¡¯s how I learn to spit
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Man, some All Star Chuck¡¯s and some coke to sack
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It don¡¯t matter what color as long it blue or black
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Cuz I¡¯m reckless
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Cuban necklace
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Never in the game that become wet fish
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Two t-shirts an ah adidas suit
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Man, I ain¡¯t peepin¡¯ what what ya speakin¡¯
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Homie gimme the loot
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Man, you filled wit¡¯ truth
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And I¡¯m filled with lies
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When we rap all these muthfuckas¡¯ die despise
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Like the sparrow that narrow
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Nigga shootin¡¯ through an arrow
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You can see the klugg¡¯s if you look through the barrel
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Fools use chess like a VCR
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Worth as much as a CD-R
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Gotta put my hands in the cookie jar
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You got beef?
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Let my rap den rip ya car
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Disappear like a motherfuckin¡¯ desert mirage
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Smellin¡¯ so good like a red crosage
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That¡¯s the way I fuck em¡¯ down
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Climbs around by sound
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Like how them whistles whip through the ground
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Get the camera, the ramela, the scramela
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Two points the fuck with the camela, SIN
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Who cares what mood ya in?
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It¡¯ll sound like thunda if I lose again
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Yeah nickatina I dun told ya the virgin of fame
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Im like napoleon you beat like he come in the game
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Check¡¯s is ready to name
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Then I pop the brain
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Ain¡¯t a law in the world that can stop the case
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I wear Adidas
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Sometimes Fillas
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They¡¯re the two leadas¡¯
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The boy king
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Hit yo bowl, sack, low jeans
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At 3am
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Yeah the freeway mine
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And you can tell by the ticket¡¯s I¡¯ve left behind
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You wanna get reckless?
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Don¡¯t get checklist
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Cops motherfucker they respect this
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What¡¯s on the wishlist?
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Man, I can get this
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I freak with big lips
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And she love the tongue kiss
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And cold as a tundre
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Seven¡¯s the numba
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Split up the pie
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Or chop it like lumba
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Don¡¯t forget the thunda that I said
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And all praises to Bob Marley¡¯s mighty dreads
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We need to find someone to hunt down
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Think of the turn around
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The murder is murder round
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Tryin to burn em¡¯ down
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Reckless
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I all blessed it
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I hit the stage freak with such freshness
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Two t-shirts and ah adidas suit
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Im lookin¡¯ way too cute
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You bitches raise the roof
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You got bacardi in ya¡¯ body
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180 proof
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And I¡¯m addicted to ya ass
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Like ya¡¯ name was truth
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I jump in the coop
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With a couple of bloods
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And bitch fuck ya party if the shit don¡¯t bump
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Because I¡¯m major fast
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I need major cash
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And damn your sister got major ass
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Homie reckless
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They won¡¯t respect this
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I say the bitch is kinda like a necklace
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Two t-shirts and ah adidas suit
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I¡¯m lookin¡¯ way too cute
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You bitches raise the roof
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T-Shirts An Ah Adidas Suit
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Andre Nickatina |