[Shaq Diesel {Canibus}]
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(One) Yo yo (One two!)
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Yo Big {Talk to me Big}
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(Check me out right here yo)
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Yo Big Big, tell 'em turn it up!
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{Yo talk to me so I can talk to them} Turn it up!
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(You need to turn the track up a little bit for me)
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{Tell me what the fuck to do} Turn it up!
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(All up in my ears, the mic is loud but the music ain't loud)
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Yo... this ain't about battlin, this ain't about beef no more
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(Yeah) {True} We stickin to the music {aight then}
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(Yeah!) You had a couple, a couple of altercations
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A couple of cats knocked you down - you gon' stay down?
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{Hell no nigga!} You gon' get up? {I'm 'bout to slay these niggaz!}
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Show me that lyrical fitness you was talkin 'bout
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{Aight then, aight, let's go!} (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
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[Canibus]
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Aiyyo the sun don't shine forever, but I could rhyme forever
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I'm a Ripper, this is personal nigga
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I'm back - so charged, I don't know how to act
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The face lifter, Kay Slay, Money Mark and Shaq
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[Shaq Diesel]
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In the Commission, I ain't got to ask for shit
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I'm D's Capo, B.I.G. from the Bricks
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You heard of me, seven one, three-fitty
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Real black and shitty, wife real pretty
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Shaq Dizzy, I take what you won't give me
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I bust off a couple, bitch let 'em hold fifty
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MC's is comical, Sasquatch phenomenal
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IV's plug in your arm inside the hospital
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Never gotta spit, I make more than Mike
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Anyone - Jordan, Jackson, Tyson
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Ac-shun Diesel, ridiculous
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Big Shaq, Kay Slay, 'Bis back to bust
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[Canibus]
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Can-I-bust verbal to burst you
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Raw shit, forklift the high hats in the side to let my verse through
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I'm so high in the clouds I gotta aim down
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Lyrically I'm six foot one from the waist down
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Lay down or taste rounds from the trey pound
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Kiss the ground as you lay face down
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Ghetto life is a death sentence
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Born in the hood, end up dead slumped over a car engine
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I am Shogun, loved by no one
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My props stop when the show's done, how come?
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These uncreative ungrateful scum
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Been where I been, but can't understand where I'm from
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Let me show you how the fire work over here son
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You gon' wear that watch, you might as well wear a gun
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When you come around real gangsters, you don't front
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Unless life is a luxury that you don't want
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The long gat, the stocking cap, serious
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as a heart attack like Redd Foxx puttin on the act
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Couple more reps, let the muscles flex
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Damn you gettin big 'Bis, they don't love you yet?
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I'm as smooth as smooth can get
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I shake your hand to bruise your neck to improve your breath
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Hang with rappers, actors and descendant masters
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Puffin on hash and defendin the classics
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I got hip-hop in my blood, I'm blessed
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Outside the bones but inside the flesh
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They better film this shit, cause I'm 'bout to blaze you
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And get it on tape too, I'm 'bout to Kay Slay you
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Somebody gon' grab you, try to escape
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Hold you down while I perform capouetta on your face
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Why you sound like that? Why you tear the mic down like that?
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Why you sound so intense when you rap?
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The airborne assault you can't call off, breathe exhaust
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like a horse or a supercharged Mustang Ford
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Good God niggaz is weak, I got real power
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Y'all rap for minutes, I rap for hours
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Now I only got a couple more bars to pounce ya
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Over the counter drugs, Canibus all in ya mouth son
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I wish this was a battle, I'd grab the mic
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and do curls and destroy you in front of the world
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Besides Corey Gunz, ain't shit hot since I been gone
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Maybe it's because you puff the same shit I bent on
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Kay Slay, 2004 nigga, the Ripper..
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Mic Club, get the picture?
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Mic Club, get the picture?
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Shogun
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Canibus |