Sticks and stones may break my bones,
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But words will never hurt, it won’t work,
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So throw dirt on the nigger and watch me burst my shoulders off
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I ain’t soft for loss and see all the boss.
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Think about it, he didn’t win from this and that,
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And back name trying to rap the way, half in hat.
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Says who? You? You ain’t got a clue what I’ve been through,
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You mortal, don’t saw on me, dude,
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We used to be cool when I was on the R&B side,
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Rap niggers are singing, I thought I’d give it a try.
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Can’t be mad, you niggers never call me for hook the industry struck
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I’m Black Ty, open the books.
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Daddy rapping the block, niggers know from what to keep it hot,
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The west coast move won’t stop.
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Straight out the dope for sure, got plenty collab’os
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You niggers ain’t ready for the rap, don’t make me laugh.
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I’ve been doing this rap shit for years, blood, sweat and tears, no fears.
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So let me be clear, I got medicine for your ears,
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And not draided and do, I should have steal hot damn, absolute.
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Warning( Intro)
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| Tyrese |
