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[Kool Keith]
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See.. you play around too fuckin much
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(How many people you got hurt?)
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You ain't learned your lesson yet
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(You ain't learned your fuckin lesson)
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You still playin and fuckin around
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That's all you doin, you playin fuckin around
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Youse a little bitch..
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Youse a bitch-ass nigga, smack your fuckin skullies off
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You niggaz ain't learned a fuckin lesson yet?
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Count your blessing yet, publicity got you mixed up
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And Keith's fucked your whole million dollar aura
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Clean cut or thugged out, I don't give a fuck
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Niggaz with that champagne shit
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Fuckin with me, you'll earn a job in the cleaners
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givin motherfuckers a permanent crease
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We don't do Entertainment Tonight, Rosie O'Donn-ell
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Piss on niggaz like you and take your video models
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straight to Church's Chicken, and fuckin McDonald's
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Fuck all you glamourized faggot niggaz
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Y'all on some real hardcore, maggot niggaz
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Catch you in the gridlock in New York City traffic
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Hit you in the face with a rock tied up in a fuckin sock
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Tell the cops, I'll chase you with a mac-10
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Follow your Range Rover with stockin caps
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for seventy-eight more fuckin blocks
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Watch ambulances and paramedics take off your paragon down
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Remove your fuckin mop; take your body pieces
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in a fucked up van to a Mexican chop shop
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Fuck a bitch-ass bodyguard, bunch of niggaz squealin
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Cancel your important meetings, we can do this
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Broad daylight, just me and you in a fuckin Jamaican restertaunt
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"Who da fuck ya tink you are mon, what ya fuckin doin?
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You don't know the FUCK I am" - load three four five clips
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Fuckin magazines, I'll show you the fuckin bomb
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Ya bloodclot, catch you niggaz in Quadrasonic or Sony
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Platinum Sounds, who is it Bill?
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Who's fuckin around with Crazy Tony?
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All that bullshit, walkin around with - hard packs
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You motherfuckers carryin backpacks
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That's right, with your hooded parkas
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You motherfuckers suck dick and you're phony
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[repeat 4X]
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Y'all do y'all shit in the studio
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We bring our shit to your face!
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['Bumpy']
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My mental is sinister, I run shit like a prime minister
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You still breathin motherfucker? But now it's time to finish ya
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Blood sport, I heard you on life support
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but I'ma make sure that you don't take the witness stand in court
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Afternoon, I'ma creep up in your room, past the goon
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'fore you (??) ba-boom, and I'm sendin yo' ass to the moon
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Another motherfucker bite the dust from the lust
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to live plush, and he died quick - from the rush
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Now I'm Southbound, fuck the 6, take the Greyhound
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Any cat cross the line can't hide it's goin down
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I got connects with tecs and white boats and jets
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Think I'm playin motherfucker? Let me know who next
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Silence and not loud, pick you off in the crowd
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Now your shorty growin up in the world as a fatherless child
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Everybody choose the fuckin way that they wanna play
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Just remember one fuckin day that that ass gotta pay
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Cause fuckin with my gravy is like rapin my little baby
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And you still wouldn't be safe if you joined the fuckin navy
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You must be crazy, thinkin yo' ass can get Swayze
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but the only fuckin thing you gon' be doin is pushin up daisies
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And it won't faze me, cause real gangsters raised me
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Ghetto diamonds praised me and thugs slug just craze me
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I know it sounds strange, but it's part of the game
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I control bitches brains, when they suckin on my sugar cane
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My fame came before money you fuckin dummy
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Bitches callin me 'Bumpy' while my dick is in they tummy
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But if you cross the line, you won't be able to find
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they motherfuckin head, they limbs or they spine
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So all you bitch motherfuckers better respect mine
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if you plan on bein here to see the fuckin sunshine
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(BLAOW!) BLAOW! With one in your spine
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Keith N 'Bumpy', put one in your spine
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Keith N Bumpy
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Kool Keith |