| Yo…
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| New Tigallo New Tigallo New Tigallo
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| Aiyyo, don’t need a new style, bein dope is always in fashion
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| Peace to the West Coast montage fash-ion
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| Everything’s in house, don’t need a mans-ion
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| Doper than the last one, pussy niggas soundin like Meow Mix
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| I spit that foul shit, And 1
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| Everybody’s swingin, holla at me if you land one
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| Don’t need perfection, just pass-ion
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| and don’t need to be signed, I ain’t got a fuckin cast on!
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| Lot of opportunity, easy bread I passed on
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| It just felt troublin, now class is in session
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| and we got them testers bubblin/bubble-in like Scantron
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| Fresh out the kitchen, signed with a stamp on
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| I’m on some greatness, y’all on some lateness
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| with no foundation so it could never last long
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| I display patience, I done played Jason
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| It’s Saturday the 14th, FUCK you got a mask on, nigga?
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| (Jeanne Jolly)
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| Pushin me to the brink
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| A stagger in my footsteps and I don’t even drink
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| It’s so much on my mind, dog, and I can’t even think
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| (It feels like everything is fall-ing doooown)
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| Pushin me to the brink
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| A stagger in my footsteps and I don’t even drink
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| It’s so much on my mind, dog, and I can’t even think
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| (It feels like everything is fall-ing doooown)
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| They say the 336 is what raised 'em, but the 919 made 'em
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| Stark, raving rhyme like he ain’t got the good sense God gave 'em
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| Anybody on his bad side, God save 'em
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| Late night by the bedside, God, praise Him
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| He’s the captain that told me to kneel
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| And when I was surrounded by them monkey-ass niggas
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| He told me to peel, broke free of my deal
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| and left shackles, racin like Petty in the stock
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| Now he heavy on the block like guards and left tackles
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| See where I come from and, you and yours are up in arms
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| like gunrunners, and you are confronted
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| with, 99 problems and can’t keep it 100
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| Then at the day’s end you ain’t really done nothin
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| I made a new lane for myself and said, «Fuck it»
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| Why +Rage Against the Machine+ when you can just unplug it?
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| Eastside, Bingham St. repper
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| Tay rock the spot like I’m half-leopard
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| And pray for you lames like I’m half-leper
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| If it don’t fill the coffers, mother-FUCK the offers
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| Ah-choo at yu niggas like I’m black pepper
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| With wine and some fima beans, I’m half-Lector
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| King, shit Kane, shit +No Half-Stepper+
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| They say, «Why would he?» |
| THey say, «How could he?»
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| That’s how they push me to the brink
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| Stagger in my footsteps and I don’t even drink
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| It’s so much on my mind, dog, and I can’t even think
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| (It feels like everything is fall-ing doooown)
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| Yo. |
| listen
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| Aiyyo, 919, 910, 252, 704
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| 336 (It feels like everything is fall-ing doooown)
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| I’m on my Carolina shit.
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| New Tigallo New Tigallo New Tigallo New Tigallo
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| Young Khrysis. |
| (It feels like everything is fall-ing doooown) |