If I made a title that offend the whole industry
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Would ya'll all say my title in your interviews?
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If I came out dissin everyone of ya'll
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Would I sell as much records as these other dudes?
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If I said I was retiring but never left
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Woulda ya'll all show me love when I come back?
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If I ran the streets for the past two years
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Would you respect me or would you say fuck pap?
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Yo where my thugs at?
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Cock ya guns back
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My headphones ain't loud, yo turn up the track
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Ok bump that
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Homie I run rap
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I add on to the game, you niggas subtract
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Yo where my bloods at?
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Throw it up, blat
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Yo where my cause' at?
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He cut you, cut em back
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They said they tough cats
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But they some rugrats
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I drop em off on the block, and make them pump packs
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Owe me a couple stacks
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He tried to duck pap
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I sent a shot at his ass
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And told him duck that
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[x2:]
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Ayo bump that
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Bump this
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Stay hot
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What's this
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He broke
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He rich
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Homie we run this
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It's a new era
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Your heart pumpin in fear
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2007 the god number is here
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The stronger I become the more ya'll weaken
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So when I'm at full power your gonna be a weaklin
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If my heart still beatin and my lungs still breathin
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My brain still thinkin ain't none of ya'll eatin
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Over my dead body and my blood still bleedin
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I'm a rap rebel
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Clap with' black metal
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Look into my eyes, realize what pap symbol
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Lies but wise got pride is that visual
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Nah I don't slap high five with you
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Hot side guys
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It's not my vibe
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You just not my size
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I cock my 9
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Cats got 9 lives get shot 5 times
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I cock pistols back and clap missles
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Black it's that simple
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[x2:]
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Bump that
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Bump this
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Stay hot
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What's this
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He broke
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He rich
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Homie we run this
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This a new era
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Your heart bumpin in fear
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2007 the god number is here
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Hate when the cops keep printin me each of them bums
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Bendin up my index finger and squeezin my thumb
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I'm lookin at him hoping he get it done
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Them new fingerprinting machines in the precent is dumb
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Through the speakers I come
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With the weed in my lungs
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You ever ran into ya enemy deep in the slums?
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They scheming on you
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And you scheming on them
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Then you realize the nigga who you be with is one
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Hell of a big pussy why you beefin with son?
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He keep tappin you tellin you they reached for a gun
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But he lying he just lookin for a reason to run
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Ever catch you on the block?
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I beat you like them african boys be beatin them drums
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Why would I start eating with them and they starvin
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Might as well say I'm feeding these bums
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I don't like them niggas
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I be talking greasy to them
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They say pap a slick talker
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That boy got grease on his tongue
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I'm the real beast from the east I'm not done
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The most official spitting the swift musician
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That's if you listen
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It's a simple mission at his? it's his decision
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Cause my intuition end a vision
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It's benefiting all my men and women
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Who doin' bids in a mental prison
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But if you wishing to get the griping and since you tripin
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We gon blast till it's the end of class
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With quick collision
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Cut you from ear to ear
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Give incisions
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Eat your food like it's nutrition
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[?]
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I can give you wisdom
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Cause it's tradition
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But if you dissing
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I can switch positions
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Put missles in em with quick persision
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I don't care if it's linen or if it's denim
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I grip the lemon
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Squeeze hit em my enemies
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Rip em with venom in em
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Likely to hit the ism after I send you spinnin
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Victory 2007
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Papoose |