Ahh, ahh I be killing it
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cause I be feeling it
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I get money so
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no need for stealing it
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I work diligent beneath the
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Earth's soil where I
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write rhymes so fresh
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it's like I wrapped
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my styles in foil
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But I sit at home and boil
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spicy rum when it's freezing
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Cause I from the Likwid crew
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where we got drinks
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for every season
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Maybe that's the reason why
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I live high all July
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And the place I buy my beer is
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calling in for more supply
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Maybe not, maybe so,
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maybe yes, maybe no
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Maybe niggaz got some friends
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that wanna battle
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for some dough
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If you know somebody holla,
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cause I take those extra dollars
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Split that shit with J and
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Swift, buy a ninety-six Impala
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and lace it with the deez
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out my own stack of cheese
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Get a extra flossy floss
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and toss King Tee the keys
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and say, 'Nigga that's yours,
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cause you opened up doors
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Before Tha Liks had a deal,
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you had a nigga on tour
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So God bless ya,
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never let this rap
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pressure test ya
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You know who got your back
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when them other niggaz sweat ya'
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So check uno dos while
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I roast this coast a toast
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When it comes to beats and
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rhymes, you know
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who got thev most
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I be killing it (killin it)
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killing it (killing it)
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Tha Liks rock that shit that
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have all ya niggaz feelin it
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Killing it (killing it)
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killing it (killing it)
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J-Ro is up next to flow
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Dat's me I be killing it
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(killing it)
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when I be feeling it
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Got rum in my cup, best
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believe I won't be spilling it
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Yo Xzibit (whattup Ro)
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I got to know
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Do I got that Likwid flow
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(oh fo' sho') well here I go
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Mida, mida, down the barrel
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of my heater I torch ya,
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then skeet out
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in my Porsche two-seater
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I'm from the home of
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rattlesnakes and golden bears
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And Astro-vans with swivel
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chairs hoes come in pairs
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Plus, makin money's in my genes
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That's why I got money in my
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jeans, I got a craving
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My mind craves the knowledge,
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my pockets crave the cash
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My mouth craves the brew,
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and my Johnson craves the ass
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Who's on blast, Tha Liks baby,
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don't twist it Just rock it,
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got your girl's number
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in my change pocket
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What's her name Stella,
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if she's on me kinda hella?
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Voule vou couche vic moir?
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is what I tell her
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I get freaky like Friday,
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why dey, try to get loose
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Wack MC's are like brown guts.
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they have no use
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I just got off the court,
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where I was whooping
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some cats in basketball,
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here's a question that
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I have to ask y'all
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Who be killing it,
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is it the ladies?
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Who be killing it,
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is it the fellas?
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Who be killing it,
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is it the b-boys?
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Who be killing it,
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is it the gangsters?
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Who be killing it,
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is it the rastas?
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Who be killing it, killing it,
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killing it, killing it...
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See I be killing it,
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yeah, when I be feeling it
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This is dedicated to the
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niggaz that be stealing shit
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Straight from the bottom of my
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black-ass heart
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The untamed feel no shame,
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on top of the game
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Mr. Big Bad Insane,
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black John McClane
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Look listen and learn,
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you only get what you earn
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So I'ma hustle like fuck
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regardless, watch my smoke
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Go straight for the throat,
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we known for rockin the boat
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It's hard to find like the
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grade A shit, with no cuts
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Trying to stack like King Tut,
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and still bang the microphone
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up Demanding,
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clear lane for crash landing
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If anything I'm guaranteed
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to be the Last Man Standing
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Pick a number
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motherfucker whassup
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The circumstance make you shit
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in your pants, and we advance
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as an avalanche of soul,
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and everything that
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shine ain't gold
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Just cause niggaz got brew
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don't make em nickel proof
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My record contract reads
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hit man for hire
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Xzibit showing grace under fire
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Tha Alkaholiks killing it
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(killing it) killing it
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(killing it)
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Tha Liks rock that shit
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that have all y'all niggaz
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feeling it
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Killing it (drilling it)
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drilling it (drilling it)
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What, yeah, bring it live
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with the... yeah
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Feeling it (feeling it)
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killing it (killing it)
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Like this Party down,
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party down, party down!
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yeah, cause I be killing it
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(What, stabbin it, beating it)
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Y'all niggaz ain't heard no shit
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like this out the West coast
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Say what, wha-what,
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wha-what what?
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I say what, wha-what,
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wha-what what?
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It's the |