| Yo, I’ve been rhyming since my daddy’s dick first got wet
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| Kicked a hole in the womb of my mother then I jet
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| Back to the scene of the crime
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| A true mastermind, I’ll never do time
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| Nah, but I do watch my watch till the second hand stops
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| Till' the bars close down and the records get dropped
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| Piss drunk in the parking lot speaking dumb
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| Gun all sticky from the Puerto Rican rum
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| I keep it real like the 80's when we flooded the block
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| Stick up kids went from baseheads to suckin' the cock
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| The hottest bitch in my projects discovered the rock
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| A year later had the monster climbing out of her twat
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| This is a stick up
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| I told you you could reach for the sky
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| Fuck a chip off the brick or the piece of the pie
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| The worst thing they did to the kid was leave him alive
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| Now I’m ruthless moving with a reason to die
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| The trees got me so high kid sniff your next line
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| My culture’s refined, I’m heavy on the grind
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| I’m hard in the paint, my Uzi weighs a kilo
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| I’ll smack you in the face and crack your head like Cee Lo
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| It’s a fact hommie eagles don’t roam in flocks
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| But the Eagles that I got will put a hole in your top
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| So predictable I’m already knowin' your plot
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| It happens so fast you won’t even know that you’re shot
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| Until the concrete is painted with pain
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| Cause you bein' dead is the only way they’ll ever say you were «Slaine»
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| Black scully, black bandana, and black coat
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| With the Cult Leader and the House of Pain
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| You already know what it is
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| It’s the pimp, the sniff and the aw shit
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| That ain’t dandruff homeboy
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| Hell naw that ain’t dandruff
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| All in together now — That’s coke (x5)
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| That’s coke in freezer bags hidden in the Ferarri
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| More raw than Big Daddy Kane spittin' with Marley
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| More white than them three bitches sniffin' with Charlie
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| That’s coke like a Boston George New Year’s party
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| The motherfucking Svengali
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| Mob boss got body in the XL Denali
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| With the Mossberg shotty
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| Got a full box of shells and a ransom note
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| That ain’t gun powder out on my dash (that's coke)
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| I’m raw as sushi, Belushi’s spirit probably is with me
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| I’m Rick James bitch, ask Bobby or Whitney
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| In the hood where the maniacs will rob you to get me
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| Gettin' blown by Paris, Nicole, Lindsey, and Britney
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| You shittin' me?
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| All in together now — That’s coke (x12) |