it breaths, it eats, and it hates
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the only way to beat it, is to think like it
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(equipto)
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i suprise with the amazin the fires ablazin
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all suckas gonna hate when i arise to the occasion
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you ran off with tigga
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hide in the basement
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could study your whole life just trying to taste it
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we rat pack take over the stats and trophy
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talk trash and really got a choice like (sophie?)
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so o.g. never caught livin a movie
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boy it's real live just being myself like (juvee?)
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i'm full proof, chipped tooth, slick like oil
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can't chase me on the daily, blow k.c. royal
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from the bay like gp, like floyd i'm sleepy,
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on your weak ass raps so leave me
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(andre)
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breath easy, my tony brakston tha passion
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my lucky ass mind got me into newest fashion
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rap blastin, silver surfer on the glide
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a hoarse kick just like a colt 45
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man all up in your mind like a (cardier?) design
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and i'll be standing right behind when your credit card decline,
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get outta line
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i spin a web like a spider
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man hit the ice house in the middle, yell fire
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man do it how ya wanna man and take it how ya gonna
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cause all ya gonna hear is no contest ya honor
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i live the lifestyle of the wild crocadile
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man pull ya under water then i giggle when ya drown
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men theres nothin that the law allow
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take it with a frown
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my mug shot before they took the picture had the smile
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man holla at me now
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4 or 5 rounds
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cutting through the make-up just to shake up these clowns
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(equipto)
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ya quezzy ? blunts, and fat dubees
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i'm itchy bomb roll out spittin it like a lugi
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straight gangsta boogie
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from here to tokoyo
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no okie do, they comin up shorter than little romeo
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i keep it movin air force from italy
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if you know me from back i kept it crackin since little league
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i swing the bat, and i love to singin rap, on a track,
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and i'll be the one ya point ya finger at
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i'm gonna do it like a master
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upgrade the stature
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see i'm the type to smirk while your fully in laughter
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and you the type of snitch cause you feel that you have ta
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drop a dime like you was the illest fool in nebraska
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won't put it past ya baby i'm on the level
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i getta around then put it down like hot metal
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the west coast hello bitch
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i'm a rebel
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my brand new jordan's smash the gas pedal
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(andre)
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gas pedal goin to the crack of dawn
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man roll it up then look at the baby then its gone
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have you ever seen a soul that was so priceless
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man hangin out with ladies that be cold as ices
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the ammunition rippin through the?? in the scypher
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man like 7 day old milk
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man i make them all expire
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hands up in the flam and lust for the game
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and even if i'm crippled then i'm walking with a cane
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or sittin in a chair, it's like fred a stare
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man eatin on steak baked at the lions lair
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think i'm a about to fall
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man i can hear the call
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man what's the spread if ya talkin about that football
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like nino did the cartah
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and ya i said the cartah
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i came up in the game in a san fransisco startah
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man this is for the father
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i spit it like a round
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cuttin through the make up just to shake up these clowns
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(more talking from some sort of movie)
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These Clowns
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Andre Nickatina |