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[Forte Intro]
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No need to be scared you got to be prepared (Nutzbaby!)
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No games just taking names... (Nutbaby!)
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I got vendetta son If I must say you need to recognize John Forte'...
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(Nutzbaby!)
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I want two minutes uninterrupted just to let you know how things go
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(Nutzbaby!)
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The full on introduction listen hard I'll put you on to somethin'
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(Nutzbaby!)
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To Let all the gentlemen and ladies finally meet the Nutzbaby! (Nutzbaby!)
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[Forte - One Verse]
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I heard the buzz lord, it trapped me
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With all these niggas records sounding happy
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That's nonsense, so even when I smile I'm kicking street shit you bounce with
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You want what?! Affiliated, with some world-reknowneders
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fifteen records gold-plated
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But it's the Nutzbaby, know your territory 'fore you play it
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Is you crazy nigga? Every ghetto block, tastes this gravy
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Shady niggas taste to say we unofficial
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Grissle, slide dog I'm certified!
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You rappers irk me to my heart
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With a spike in every tree, odyssey
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Sounding like you, gott-a
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Be who you be, Centers, don't shoot a three
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I hit it hard love, my pain is sincere
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I want revenge, wanna get me, Hot this year
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it's to stop your career
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So brothers sit straight, bragging on the air like you're dead weight
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You mid-weight, I'm closer to the street than a mix tape, baby
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who you think you dealin' with?!
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I'm known to dip, on and off many tracks as I write my own shit
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So who fraud? Speak on it god
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Get the point, while your shines getting snatched in the club,
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I'm gettin' love, In the strip joint, tight!
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V.I.P., all downtown, New York baby
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Three scoops and have 'em giggling, "Oops, Nutzbaby!"
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This a grown man affair, I know thugs who strip 'em bare
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and do drugs like breathing air, but I rarely go there
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I'm here to think quick, and drink slow
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For brothers that I link with, got liquid
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Like a flow, shorties actin' stank 'til they seen the video
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And wore ins with my mens, I break 'em off like bobby pins,
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joyride like Spragga Benz
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Only seven niggas in this close, 'til death, an overdose
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Manage funds with number one, O.T.'s with baby guns
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Chop lock, with Mr. Rash, get laid, with Freddie Suade,
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Nelda, you do the books, Pretty Pat, stay paid
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And to my mentor, the true inventor, Black Sinatra
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The San Diego don, Adolph with Ollie Oshe
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So what the deal? That the deal!
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I set shit off then peel
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And when I sell a million plates, we need to renegotiate
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Mostly lately, I'm gettin' on 'em
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You're trying to break me? I'm SHITTIN' on 'em!
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Well you can hate me 'cause I'm swift
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Who the mouthpiece for beef, jealous niggas just reef
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You know the stat there, I bless it
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I ain't home, leave a message
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You a hoe from years ago, John Forte' ain't in the rest here
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I let my mens call it, for the ballers if you check it
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'Cause All You Gotta Do is make a record!
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[Forte' - Spoken]
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Ay yo Warren man, take that from the top man
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I'm-I'm-I'm not feelin' it...
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John Forte |