.. it's at your own {*repeating, getting louder*}
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.. it's at your own .. it's at your own
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.. it's at your own .. it's at your own
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.. it's at your own risk SUCKER!
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Yo! Whassup? Yo.. what's happenin, what's happenin?
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E-Swift, you cuttin the records nice boy
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DJ Pooh whassup man? We all chillin
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Yo, yo, J-Ro's in the house, we all cold coolin out y'knahmsayin?
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And I'ma bust it off like this for Compton
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Well - look who sprung up, comin the fuck up
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I came in the place to let you know what's up
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with a bunch of trunk jewerly
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Two or three fat gold chains, ring plates with my name on 'em
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Yeah I rhyme fly, real fly Hobbes
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I wear Nike's cause I run from the cops
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Pops taught me lots he said "Toys are for tots"
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At four, bought me a box, when I was six I wore a jock
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cause, my jimmy was gettin kinda big
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At nine I was a kid but I took my first swig
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Hugged that Olde English beer
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So my peers wouldn't think that I was queer
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Yeah, right off I got the title of a gangsta
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Pranksters run because they know that there ain't a
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person, runnin a verse on like this, hahahaha..
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Whassup? This at your own risk, sucker
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Uhh! This at your own risk, sucker..
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P-Puh, Puh-P-Puh-P-Puh-Pooh man fuck it!
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People always say, "Are you the King of the West?"
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But there's always some pest who try to put you to the test
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even though, they know I'm King, I'm on a higher level
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I even dust the church and sold they soul to the devil
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I mean really, how you think I'm livin?
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On the strength I'm livin like it's Thanksgiving
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So yo, whassup turkey, tryin to jerk me?
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Your rhymes don't work see, you can't hurt T
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The almighty individual
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You said you knew, but I don't think you really know
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about the K-I-N-G super cool mack daddy
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I drive a Caddy, and I'm livin fatly
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Had me on stage in a rage
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Yellin was what ya know, that's how I get paid
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Made my mark but rappers still insist, to diss
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but yo it's at your own risk sucker
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Sup? It's at your own risk
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Aiyyo, E-Swift, bust the break
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Verse three is another one for those to remember
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King Tee is the champ, smashin all contenders
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For those who disbelieve, just step in my direction
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I'm snappin arms, legs and even necks and
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suckers who thrive to drive me crazy
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You know the ones who front tryin to amaze me
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Take it as a warnin cause I'm hopin that you don't diss
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But get a load of this, it's at your own risk, sucker!
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Yo, it's all about me and DJ Pooh and E-Swift
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Rockin the house, y'knowhatI'msayin?
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We got Walkman in the house
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We got J-Ro in the house
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We got (??).. {*echoes*}
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Y'knowhatI'msayin we cold chillin y'know
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I wanna send this record out, to the Piano Man
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Piano Man, won't you play somethin for me
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Aight, get busy, right here, c'mon c'mon
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Get funky, get, get funky, c'mon c'mon
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Get funky ass oh, ohh yeah
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Get funky, aww ooooooh shit!
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It's at your own risk suckers, knowhatI'msayin?
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Yeah, E-Swift, scratch that in
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Awwww yeah..
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Aww you're doggin it man, y'knowhatI'msayin?
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SEE YA!
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At Your Own Risk
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King Tee |