We just gon have some fun with hip hop
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A lil hip hop... relax, hold on to ya seats
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Oh yeah this is a Tunnel banger too
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Word up, Tunnel banger baby
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Hip-Hop style baby, y'all remember
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By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts
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In your ladies' placenta, that means L just entered
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Duck taped your little bitch ass for frontin
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You poor little crackhead ass ain't hurtin nuttin
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Nigga you want the fame, now you're famous overnight
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Famous for getting fucked by a stick of dynamite
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You're weak nigga, you bout to die up in your sleep
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The overlord of rap will never meet defeat
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Pain and agony, I don't touch them zones
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Fucking everlasting lyrical methods is my throne
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Blast ya fifty pound ass and make you float
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You read it shook nigga, I wrote the book, nigga
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Held down my crown for a decade and a half
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Now I'm bout to give your grimy ass a blood bath
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Talk about bein broke, nigga I'm rich
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Cause I learned, to seperated the money from the bitch
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Don't hate me cause I'm paid, hate me because
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I'm everything you want to be : handsome, young, plus legendary
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Talk about Farrakhan, nigga you got to call Jesse Jackson
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For some Affirmative Action
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[Chorus: repeat 4X]
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Can-I-Bus ! Yes you can!
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Don't ever open your mouth and mention my seeds
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Talk about my book you bought to read
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You know you watch the sitcom nigga so stop that
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Mad rapper, but now you turned mad actor
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Forty-nine pounds and tryin to be a monster
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Run around town with the Bob Marley imposters
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Ask Canibus, he ain't understandin this
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Cause ninety-nine percent of his fans, don't exist
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I'm goin underground and blowin your rep down
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Next time, save that shit for the Lyricist's Lounge
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Or a House Party, where you can battle some clown
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On top of all that, I beat your homeless ass down
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Heard that convicted rapist on the record too
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Fresh out of jail, ass cheeks still black and blue
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Tell me bout the things ear biter taught you
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How to bust a nut or two? (Yeah that's butta boo)
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You be decomposin, but you frozen because my title's stolen
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Steady rollin in a world that I'm controllin
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Vanguard awards are for Kings who get OFF!
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Clock platinum mountains, the praise of the Lord
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Talkin bout my first and second and third born
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Now I got a fourth, Canibus, but he cut off
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From the riches of my empire, I'm like a pimp
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Who thought he had to retire but found a new Canibus to hire
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You're hardcore, innocence like Heather Hunter
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But definitely not with the lyrics that drop thunder
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Found you in a trash can, hat black, cause you scared to bust
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Nigga in Todd we trust
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[Chorus]
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Now break it down for me !
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See I, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, amateur, M,C's
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in hip-hop, word up, no bullshit
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Oh I ain't done yet
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You soft as a newborn baby takin a nap
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Make my dick hard with that bitch ass track
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Where you at? Smokin in some one room flat
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Suckin on Clef's dick hopin to come back
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Never that, nigga my size is unlimited
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Yours is prohibited, of course that's contributed
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To not knowin ya limits and who you need to test
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When you step into the house of the Lord and get blessed
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Get on your knees, bow down to my degrees
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Young slacker, save that demo for Jack the Rapper
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You gargoyle, slash olive oil, pussycat
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I wrapped up in aluminum foil, ready to boil
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I'ma tear the skin off ya ass with ten knuckles
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Rhymes was weak, they made me chuckle like a name buckle
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You call em lyrics, nigga you need to stop
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You goin out --- ahh fuck it, you goin pop
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I feed you a poisonous verse so don't try it
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No more rhymin, you on a lyric fast diet
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Call the paramedic and tell them that he pathetic
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His lyrics ain't energetic you're sweet as a diabetic
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Career be over next year, yeah I said it
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Look over your shoulder nigga, where you headed
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MUTHAFUCKA, where's a rhyme when you need it?
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First rule of lyrical war, never repeat it
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You said that same bullshit at House of Blues
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Lit the pipe, dropped the match, and sparked the wrong fuse
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That's you, yeah nigga I'm goin at you
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Stop basin', and you can be a role model too
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Diss my moms, who's the real Rap Don ?
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Who
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The Ripper Strikes Back
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| LL Cool J |
