| Use caution, son, ey
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| You better watch the friends you keep, yo, ey
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| Yo, yo, yo, yo, do better, son
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| Careful how you walk these streets, yo
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| Setting and betting, he drip drop dodge the felonies
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| Taught him and trained, straight up playin' on these melodies
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| Thinkin' he’s straight up, but sprayin' on these melodies
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| I bounce on keys, from here, to A to Z
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| Pages of life, turned created the breeze
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| Force hittin' my knees, fire burns a zillion degrees
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| Each one, teach one, that goes for self
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| Tighten my belt, picture desires, in life, I watch it melt
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| Let it fill alone, I sizzle, and grizzle and put it on
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| It’s still my mic, confuse, like the a-bomb
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| It’s gettin' drastic, D, I use my wizardry
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| And straight up, the microphone in telepathy
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| You better think before you wack
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| You better watch the way you talk
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| I get crazy after dark
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| I’m type wicked with my art
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| Let me just say, the way it’s going, it’s like
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| Everybody, showing, how some of them
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| Just keep on informin', on themselves, selves, selves
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| Mistrust, the justice is chasing us
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| Your only intentions is to be breakin' us
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| Uh, crooked cops on the block, straight up, is framin' us
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| So annoy yourself, watch yourself, I keep your a-pole
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| Before me left, you layin', now you want blood pool
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| You seem quick, you loose lips, we sink ships, ey
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| We got that nuff mix, so come yourself, and run this
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| You heard, hit the word, it’s the style, it’s perverted
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| We get loose on this track, and then we splurge, kid
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| We out of mind, or we just don’t care
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| Shoot 'em in the head, to bust they dead, we gettin' weary
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| Puh-puh-puh-puh-puh-puh, we have nuff shots to share
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| You know I did it again, I do it again
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| I do it again, past tense, yo, I did it again
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| What, how could I come with that influential
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| Quintisential, pore puzzles created by molecules
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| I take it round and round, now round and round
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| Flexin' Blackie Chan up in your part of town
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| Yo, this be the buttoned down, massive, come, come now
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| Hear this, them tighter you no wanna miss
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| Through out court, out the fire, but you did the chris
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| Lyrics annoint, we hit the target every time, son
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| Use your mind, to overcome, slip the grounds, son
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| My protocon, is profound, son |