| By the time I’m finished, you gon' be a fan, muthafucka
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| Trust me when I tell you
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| I kick back, retire mics, take rap to higher heights
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| Big back, fiend rap, blow it up, dynamite
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| Sniff my China white, touchdown with king cobras
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| All my life, pay the price, nickname me steamroller
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| Switch lane, lean over, get brain, green Rover
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| Mean soldiers run through, kung fu, break shoulders
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| Rep my W, rumble through, takeover
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| Heat holder, heavy best, countdown, every breath
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| Last chance, tapdance, devil cop, every step
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| Murderous, instinct, champions, never left
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| Shaolin veteran, thug heads, never learn
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| Dumb shit, every turn, hell, son, let 'em burn
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| Still here, standing firm, black man in progress
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| Crack dreams, conquest, burners in my arm rest
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| Baby boy’s a target, heads on my cannonball
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| You messed up the package, the legacy, you had it all
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| «Come on»
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| «Come on»
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| Sandstorms, kick up, millimeters blow rounds
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| What happened to the music, Newburgh, Motown
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| I know the low down, on half of these niggas
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| Come out the closet, these Vaseline niggas
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| I’m flawless, I’m lawless, all I need is one block
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| Crazy legs, hat low, check out my up rock
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| Respect my jumpshot, when I just, hug the rim
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| Tie up my Jordans, then I jump, out the gym
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| It’s the Brothers Grymm, automatic coke rush
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| Dice hit the walls, we gambles at the gold dust
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| Descendants of the Cold Crush, long car garage doors
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| One finger cake walk, nose is the concord
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| Hands like windmills, possessed with the ill skill
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| Aiming for your soft spots, the scene out of Kill Bill
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| «Come on»
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| «Come on»
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| I got the iron for your mans, one foot in the frying pan
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| Rock hardhats, fireman, 8 Diagrams
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| Lion eating out my hands, no it’s not in Africa
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| Soul brother #1, you’re just a passenger
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| Right before the massacre, first comes the lynching
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| Caught in the mouse trap, bounce back, Redemption
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| Contact the henchmen, watch how I drenched them
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| Wetting with waterhose, long nose extension
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| Ain’t no question, you in suspended animation
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| You fucked up, drop garbage tossed the side of sanitation
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| Homey, you jumped up, you get lumped up, blamp your face in
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| Champ in the steel cage match, snatch the foundation back
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| Step on a forty gallon stage, laced with ill grace
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| Took a long time, but I’m glad that you still wait
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| «Come on»
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| «Come on» |