(Rah-Digga)
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I be the worst like Nick
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To all them mc thugs
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Like them 4 little kids
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And the teacher gettin plugged
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I don't give a fuck style
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Tell me come jiggy
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I rock kix and swishees
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Coppin moet wit 2 counterfeit 50's
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What?
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Dirty girl rhyme spit mucous
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Speech uncoothe
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And raise the roof like Lukas
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12 years done rocked through all phases
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Watch your peeps scream the bitch was the blazest
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(Spliff Starr)
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Niggas run they mouth about my click
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Not smart
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I bust your bloodclot
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Then drop you upon the sidewalk
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(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
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Hit ya ass wit a vicious blow
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You know my style
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Spliff the foul
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Through your stereo
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Spliff Starr ignorant immigrant
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I'm gettin it
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Money, fast car, fine broads, what
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I'm hittin it (that's right)
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Raw shit i'm spittin it
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At you and yours
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Make you feel the pain nigga
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Like the dick to your balls
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Thug blood fluid
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Pumpin in the face of my music
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Drop the street shit
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Watch the whole world rock to it
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Nigga Squad!!!
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(Baby Sham)
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Squad had em opin
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Had his bitch scopin
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Sittin by the bar
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Sippin Heinken's totein
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Pinky rings glowin
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Triple beams to the club
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My man is half thug
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Giving me pound and holdin grudge
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Feelin my shit
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So I can put a lock on your clik
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Your style is past tense
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Hold on, Hold on
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You just started rappin
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Ever since you heard the shit
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We fuckin wit it's platinum
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Slow your growth
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Stop the show
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Go at you both
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Hit you with more bars than soap
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Sham is the name
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Feelin invain
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Fiendin for dope
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(Buckshot)
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Yeah, you know we got cha opin!!!
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Hook:
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Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid
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Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid
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Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid
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Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid
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Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid
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Yo, stop frontin, you know we got cha opin kid
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Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid
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Stop frontin, you know we got cha opin kid
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(Ramoage)
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Niggas made me mad
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And now I wanna clap shit (Uh)
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I reign supreme in this muthafuckin rap shit
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I lost my mind
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I can't get it back
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The way that I'm spittin, yo
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I spit ya fuckin wig back
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Don't front, my squad got you opin
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Hit you with a buck fifty
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Here's a token
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Ramp is smokin
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I'm no joke and
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I leave your face broken
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This is survival of the fittest
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Get wit us
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All you critics and bullshitters
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My nine goes bang
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I'm talkin street slang
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I'm reppin Flipmode
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Plus I'm doing my thang
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On the side
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We won't let it ride
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Nigga don't hide
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(Lord Have Mercy)
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Landlord innovator
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Switch lanes no indicator
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The general, cash generator
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Master and saviour
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Nigga stay massive in nature
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When tooth shatter ya die bone
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In the savage cyclone of cops, sirens, and cases
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Who read the bible for basics?
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When I'm crooked eye with rivals
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Horizontal in God's places
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Suspicious of all
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Now who dat???
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Quick on the draw
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Lick a paw
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For loved ones blood runs cold in the winter wars
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Check the criminal thoughts
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Villains warp with the invisible force
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Know the ledge
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Stay focused like photo lens
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And spread wings like Cobra heads
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Till I'm old and dead
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(Busta)
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Hot shit, toxic
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You know we blocks shit
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Traffic in the streets system
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All in your jeep knocks shit
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Julio for no reason back the fifth
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And he cocks it
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Rock shit, we make niggas mad
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And wanna pop shit
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Massive and attractive
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Niggas is captive
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Chemotherapy needed
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Lyrics radioactive
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When I hit hard
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It get my dick hard
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In my backyard
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Analyze the stars
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On how to defeat all odds
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In a new zone
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I'm on a new phone
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Make most of the wackest rapper niggas
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Wanna find a new home
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Like Rasco jeans
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My style flip two-tone
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Pass my blue chrome
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Here's one of the best of Busta Rhymes own
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My debut made you
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Wonder who
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Shit blazes so much
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You wish you could play out
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So you could blaze, too
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Before I shout you
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Or give reason to doubt you
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I study shit and re-analyze everything about you
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My rhymes on the preserve
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Niggas know we deserve
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Everything up in your stash and in the reserve
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Fuck that!!!
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Hook up all my lyrics on the echos and the re-verbs
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Never fuck with these herbs
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My squad rema |