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How many Mc's must get dissed?
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How niggas still think they can still fuck with the kid? (OOO)
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I guess I moved up in the world, duke is not happy
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take it as my success throwing shots at me (Talk 2 Em!)
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gotta calm the lions, tame shooters
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gotta catch a new body with the same ruger
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we don't spit the same mucas (Naw!)
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I'm a boss and you not, shit the even tried to kill Frank Lucas (Talk 2 Em!)
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so nigga if I die tomorrow, you ain't gotta ask why tomorrow
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dog I done con the likes of niggas you shouldn't con with
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made bons with niggas you shouldn't bond with (Talk 2 Em!)
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Im sick world in my palm shit re-peated convict
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while the dogs trying to con Vick, shit
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I guess what im tryin say, is niggas die running like Ryan Shay (Talk 2 Em!)
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all the Lean Me niggas, got high hopes call them Dream Team niggas
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gin is in my blood is a king gene nigga
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I make you appear to be whatever I feel like Green Screen niggas (Talk 2 Em!)
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so go and get suped off words, maybe do it for Jerz
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maybe dudes disturbed (Talk 2 Em!), maybe dudes no go, maybe dudes bezerked
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so when I pull up in a tank maybe you deserve (Me!) (Talk 2 Em!)
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I get into dudes character defects, before your deal you was a character reject
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humble pie when you see a character regress
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fuck ya tape homie, I pass it up, eject (Talk 2 Em!)
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time to seperate the real from the lies
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the hills have eyes, but when the hill of ya demise
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I reveal at the skies in a hot Ferrari
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its a new Joe in town and its not Girardi (Talk 2 Em!)
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Look, turn pink her face getting her Cam on
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In the club man on, freak gettin her jam on
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Hands on trying to put her hands on the ice
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cause its Saw part 4 dog, big enough to stand on (Talk 2 Em!)
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when did rappers start acting this fly
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say you top 5, they'll grab it and ride, but i'm humble
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so even though I Am Legend, I can say Will Smith's the best rapper alive (Talk 2 Em!)
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When they tell you, your doing ya thing
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they taking your tampon out and pulling the string
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How the fuck you a thug when you stay shook nigga?
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more like a school boy, a facebook nigga (Talk 2 Em!)
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Im just straving this can't be greed
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Im not a drug lord, don't nobody hand me keys
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Gotta drop a few branches off my family tree
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raised my sons all wrong, yes i'm Andy Reid it's me (Talk 2 Em!)
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I can't put the jewels on without no chrome
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I can't rock these Ice Cream's without the Cold Stone's
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Im so focused, get on some long nose shit
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and ill have the goons surround you on some Rose shit (Talk 2 Em!)
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the more I get into, streets or instrumentals
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bum ass niggas remind me of Mr. Wendal
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Me, on the horizen, I've been trying to bring pies in
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more dudes then Verizon behind them (Talk 2 Em!)
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bunch of generals behind me, Im the crew chief
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busting off my Ricky Davis, thats the new Heat
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Ive come clean about me and its a damn shame
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only Religions im into is a brand name (Talk 2 Em!)
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Campaign going full thortal like a race
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feeling Funkdafied get a bottle to the face
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Face, for you times is rough too (WHY?)
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cause aint nobody buying ya albums but you (Talk 2 Em!)
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from the sounds of everything I hear you lost it
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still rap aight, but ya peers exhausted
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fuck ya bunch of money, put ya ego to the side
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and maybe its time to study ya understudy (Talk 2 Em!)
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I mean, are we hustling or are we grown up?
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everytime I hear you, you changing ya tone up
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when the new generation think about Jordan
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all they remember is when Iverson crossed him (Talk 2 Em!)
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take off the blazer, lossing up the tie
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nigga fell in love and superman died
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better learn to cover ya ears when the toys pop
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I hate ya last single (pause) Boys Roc
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can we hear some new niggas with promise?
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the new generation won't forget you we promise
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we'll always pay homage
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but let's get one thing understood son
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every Encore ain't a good one! (Talk 2 Em!)
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Talk 2 'Em
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Joe Budden |