Straight up weed, no angel dust
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They label us notorious
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My, my they're breathing oxygen
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From so much smoke need oxygen
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Straight up weed, no angel dust
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They label us notorious
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My, my they're breathing oxygen
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From so much smoke need oxygen
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Straight up weed, no angel dust
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They label us notorious
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Hey y'all, back here to break y'all off
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When I ride like Akon and Jeezy, look through the TV
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I am Nicholas when I face off
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AR make a nigga go AWOL
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Believe me, y'all don't wanna see me
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I be on board like Luigi
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I stay alive like a Bee Gee, 3D, that gonna go hard
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When ideas pop from the Mohawk
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Slick talk I gotta get a whole walk
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She like Batman, think he a know it all
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Get slapped like Nikolai Volkoff
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'Cause I'm like Hugh Hefner when the robe off
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Bitch, I'm just younger with the cucumber
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Like Biz I'mma go up
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Nigga like me cock the hammer
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Til; my block demand a new boss, I'mma step up
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I just juice like Tropicana
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Give 'em my grandma for some rhymes like Electra
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DT's when I pop the 10
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It's 'cause I'm bananas, just giving you a heads up
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Boy, I'm sick, I don't need a checkup
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'Cause I'm on your mind when you air walk
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My, my they're breathing oxygen
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From so much smoke need oxygen
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Straight up, leave no angel dust
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They label us notorious
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My, my they're breathing oxygen
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From so much smoke need oxygen
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Straight up, leave no angel dust
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Label us notorious
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Eyes low, bossed up like the MG
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Rolled looking outsides like young Z
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I don't like them broads, they can run free
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Why pay for the pussy when it come free
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I ain't playin with yo pussy, wanna come see?
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4-5, black inners in the Humvee
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Keep these rap niggas under my wing
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It's an underground thing, shout to Pimp C and Bun B
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Smoked that ever since snoop it
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Since then I ain't felt y'all using
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I'm a pain in the ass, I'm a nusaince
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Not popping off till you hear my true sense
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Two thoughts sitting in the new Porsche
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New face, new case at a new court
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Got the hoes from the stable like Too $hort
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Got the O's on the table by the new book
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Got the grand coupe sitting by the notebooks
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Old jams, bump for the old crook
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Backwood to the group when you smoke kush
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And my blood Obama, it ain't no Bush
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Chew my weed like president, no trash
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Back it up, move it out, better go fast
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One forth QBs and a old half
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Niggas know what it is but I won't pass
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My, my they're breathing oxygen
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From so much smoke need oxygen
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Straight up, leave no angel dust
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They label us notorious
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My, my they're breathing oxygen
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From so much smoke need oxygen
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Straight up, leave no angel dust
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Label us notorious
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Yo, I'm the king of the kush and I gets no higher
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More smoke in this room than a full long fire
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Niggas talking shit but your board game tired
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Next dude try the shit, get your jaw rewired
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Niggas beat your bubble with their urban flows
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But I'mma murder this, shoot it till the curtain close
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I rep Brick City till I DIE
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Notorious, motherfucker, like I'm B.I.G.
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Visions is you really wanna doubt
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You can lean to the south, put your mouth on my TIP
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See, it's quite evil, you can't see my team
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Nobody quite do it like I DID
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Bitch, you claim of the name and I'm better than most
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Stealing my razor sharp quote to competitors' throats
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Call it assault how I fuck up the beat
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And ain't any other rapper here fucking with me
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Nigga, now check the codename is Mr. Die
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See these niggas can't touch me, gotta stay more calm
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I'm a beast, I destroy any beats on my path
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I mention the deceits, come and whip 'em in half
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See they don't know that my words don't play
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And how they put together just to murder my prey
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Alright, alright, alright, these bitch ass niggas gonna know today
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My, my they're breathing oxygen
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From so much smoke need oxygen
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Straight up, leave no angel dust
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They label us notorious
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My, my they're breathing oxygen
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From so much smoke need oxygen
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Straight up, leave no angel dust
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Label us notorious
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Notorious
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