| YO, Oscar Madison rap, you sloppy flow
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| Rose petals on every step, I’m Japhy Joe
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| No signals to the connect when I cop my blow
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| Big bills strictly so a nigga cop and go
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| Fuck outta here, Ruck
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| Tough outer wear
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| Ralph Lauren and a gun, the one that the shottas wear
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| I’m a street dude, I fuck with the best goons
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| Eat berries off the trees and fix they own flesh wounds
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| Happily married, I don’t chase no bitch
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| You can die in the street, beat. |
| Ramo chased Spit
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| The clip hold ten but a nigga just flamed seven
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| To push your top back, have you lookin' like James Evans
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| When 2Pac Shakur got locked up north
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| I had two block of raw and a Glock for support
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| Listen, Sean Price with a ape look rage
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| No MySpace, Twitter, or a Facebook page
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| Muthafucker
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| Uh, oh. |
| Watch out. |
| You never seen em' comin'
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| Niggas ain’t sayin' nothin'
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| And now we done started somethin'. |
| Oh
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| GUILT
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| I remember trying to get a deal, shoppin' for a listen
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| Feelin' like it honestly wasn’t no competition
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| And my mama was the only one that listened
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| I guess she saw my struggle, then followed her intuition
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| Years later, I’m one of the best, not even close
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| So instead of poppin' a toast, I dropped what I wrote
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| And stand out, I’m exceptional, some say incredible
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| All while enjoyin' my view from a pedestal
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| Crowds clap for me
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| Back then I clapped at crowds and scrapped the «D»
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| Yeah, when I say «D» I mean heat
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| In Detroit they destroy and delete
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| Still, I’m the creme de la creme
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| I point out them and stomp limbs with with my Timbs
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| BK to D-E-T, 'till my enemies R.I.P
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| Uh, oh. |
| Watch out. |
| You never seen em' comin'
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| Niggas ain’t sayin' nothin'
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| Now they done started somethin'. |
| Oh
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| Danny Brown
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| I knock you out your Pennys with the semi-chrome
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| Don’t get that ass burnt like Penny with the hot comb
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| Show up in your city, stake out in a motel
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| Now somebody’s watchin' you, nig I’m like Rockwell
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| Used to rock Rockports, Swisher and a Carhartt
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| I would never fuck your bitch, she look like a aardvark
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| Three cars parked, you thinkin' that’s just a car park
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| Till you try to start your shit and it turn to car parts
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| Nigga, quit talkin' 'bout you poppin' yo tooly
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| Before your life end like a Mafia movie
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| I popped a couple pills now a nigga feel woozy
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| So when I say I want some rolls, I ain’t talkin' sushi
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| Bitch, go on with that little ass coochie
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| A nigga been nuts, skull cap on Stewie
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| I fuck with model bitches, while yall fuck with Ratatouilles
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| I’m Malcolm in the middle, when yall lil' niggas Dewey
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| Uh, oh. |
| Watch out. |
| You never seen em' comin'
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| Niggas ain’t sayin' nothin'
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| Now they done started somethin'. |
| Oh |