[Woman talking]
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Nickel.
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The M.I.C. bitch
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(Statik)
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You show off
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Verse one
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[Verse One]
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I've been a monster bitch
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My shit been bonkers
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The flow been conquered
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Hoes I been pompous (Smash Squad)
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I've been conceited but I don't 5-0
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I haven't been shot up either and I ain't from Chicago
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When I enter the center stage the show's over
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Minutes later the floor is frozen, a Rolls, rolls up
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I'm demonstratin' a coke flow but I'm so sober
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The original (Renegade) before Hova
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They like, "Damn, why ain't Dre ever get him?
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He seem like so much anger and pain represent him."
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Eminem himself will tell you I'm the only nigga livin'
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That done ever spanked him on the same record with him
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Your man's gettin' jealous
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Cause what I'm spittin' is sicker than his single
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He got to think of a dance just to sell it
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This is street hop to the fullest
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To them real niggas out there on the corner beat boxin' with bullets
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Niggas that be trigger packin'
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Pop lockin' with glocks
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Could aim well enough to shoot the zippers off your Thriller jacket
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Me, I'm the illest rapper
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Since every rapper killin'
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From here on out, you can call me Shottie The Killer Capper
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These record labels just manufacture shit
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Like the pimp game homie, I'm here to snatch yo bitch
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Got a fist game on me that ain't an afro pick
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Try that ying yang on me, I'll handy cap you quick
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[Woman speaking]
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Verse two
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[Verse Two]
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Usually I play the two or three I been ballin'
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Bitch, losin' me is like the Piston's losin' Ben Wallace
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I'm to Detroit like what Souljah Slim is to Chopper City
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So losin' me is like musically losin' Pac or Biggie
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I'll be your ass, leave you with your mouth piece wired
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Losin' pounds in the hospital, be quiet
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Til you finally come up out that coma, boney
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Lookin' like somebody put you on the South Beach Diet
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If you hearin' me spit it, it's soundin' like the king died
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Trippin' when I kick it, it's soundin' like my strings tied
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I put the clip in and pull it
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And woof
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Woof
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Listen, the pistol is soundin' like Hakeem's bride
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And you don't wanna beef nigga cause my arm's be
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All through Cali and Miami like a palm tree
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My crew be
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In New York or New Jerz usually
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With tools to recognize you as who is you?
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Excuse me
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You don't wanna fool with the etiquette or the Uzi
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I'll put you in the credits that's at the end of the movie
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I pity your mother
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She never seen you in a magazine
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For the obituary I give you the cover
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(Smash squad)
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So when I'm rhymin' with ya
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I'm Ving Rhames of the pimp game
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I play the same role as Tiny Lister
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Again and again
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The Debo of the type cast
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When I TiVo the mag they be showin' the white flag
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So sit at the table and get it like it's digital cable
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I torture you into talkin' to me till it get's fatal
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Fuck with you till I put you out of your misery
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With a silence or I'ma just muffle it up with a potato
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[Scratch Outro]
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"This is street hop" - Nas 'Made You Look'
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DJ Premier on the cut
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"Six July" on the beat
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Street Hop
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Royce Da 5'9'' |