(feat. Big Rube, G-Rock)
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It's the real...
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Hip hop... hey...
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[Big Rube:]
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As I lay motionless
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Wondering why we so emotionally emotionless (scrap metal)
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My focus is not to be the brunt of the joke in this (scrap metal)
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Still played so I'm still a toy
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You still afraid so I'm still a boy (something for you haters)
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But as my soul this (something for you haters)
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Seen many-a solstices and plenty-a equinoxes
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Some if any think we equal not cause God does, but cause laws force them
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But what are laws if you don't enforce them?
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Unless you get it on tape
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It's more suspense and mystery than a Presidio tape
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Investigation more cartoon than a kid video tape
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It's civil liberties rape, in Statue of Liberty shape
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The American offense make you watch for the headfake
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Well down with Sam I ain't
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Three seconds in this paint will make any outside shooter faint
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Wait for you to blink
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So when you wake up and can't wake up, you know exactly who to thank
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[Hook: Cee-Lo]
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Oh yes I'm sure, yes I'm sure
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I don't care anymore
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Anything, anywhere, anytime, any place
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Let's do this shit and get it over with
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I'll run a boxcutter 'cross your face
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I got niggaz here, I got niggaz there
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Ready to get down if I make the call
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I don't give a fuck if your problem is big or small
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Almost anyday I could say fuck it all - fuck it all!
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[G-Rock:]
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Having dealings with skill
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My skill, never have to kill
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Fuck dead 'em in your grill
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Yeah fuck nigga for real
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With a posse a-standing along
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Me and my nina raw chrome
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Bucking straight at your dome
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Ain't stoppin till the bullets gone
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On that bull, cross no killa
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Lay no shit round no steala
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Stop touchin, my nigga I'll kill ya
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And Jesus can't even hear ya
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+Thrill+ ya, like Michael Jackson
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Acting when the time for action
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Shell gun click out my back and
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Cee-Lo he strapped with a Mac-10
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[Hook]
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Something for you haters... (and imitators)
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Something for you haters... (and purpetrators)
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It's the real... hip hop... hey...
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Something for you haters... (any imitators)
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Something for you haters... (and purpetrators)
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It's the real... hip hop... hey...
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[Cee-Lo:]
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See my words would be believeable, believeable but brief
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I would even show you my teeth
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You wouldn't even know that you had any beef
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But actually I'm angry about it and I haven't had any sleep
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Because of one little disrespect, it ultimately do the domino effect
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Boy don't you know that I could sit with my back to you
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and still have my gat to you, so natural
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Close my eyes and breathe in, do that to you
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And as far as anyone that's after you heh
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The same goes for anyone that run up in your name
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I hate ya...
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[Hook]
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[Cee-Lo:]
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From the feet, the beat, the gat on the seat
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And that shouldn't surprise you, oh I've sold some pies to
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Each any every stone, since I'm obviously on
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Says fifty to six-five thousand's been blown
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I am something to see, yet I'm nothing to touch
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I'll kill ya bout nothing, cause nothing's too much
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I'll put the barrel to your baby momma belly and squeeze off two
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So the world won't have to deal with another fuck nigga like you
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I hate ya...
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[Hook]
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Something for you haters... (and imitators)
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Something for you haters... (and purpetrators)
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It's the real... hey...
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Something for you haters... (and imitators)
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Something for you haters... (and purpetrators)
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It's the real... hey... REVENGE!
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Scrap Metal
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Cee Lo Green |