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It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby,
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It's goin down,
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It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby,
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It's goin down
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I be that nigga bringing fat funk freestyle perspectives
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Rappers couldn't see me, they hide it fucking detectives
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Check this when I flex this, put it on point
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That nigga Skillz droping foucers in your local due joint
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Im still paying deuce and saying cruise
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Still geting up at niggaz asses
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like that little brothers Underudce
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Shoes haotatin' in ya air, it aint news I stay on bitches
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like Dano Kariges
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At partys I retaits and make niggaz wanna fight
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So when they play some reggae keep happerseein' to the right
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Rigth outta my life you and ya hoddie bitch
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Seein' thous of body, whitin no infron of me
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V.A running shit, you best be believe it
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If Im up and commin, all ya niggaz is down and leavin'
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Hit me with a tound when I come to ya town
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When you see my face, you know it's about to go down
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It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby,
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It's goin down,
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It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby,
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It's goin down
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Now if I told one time. I told you before child
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You can't toutch one kid, who got two billons styles
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Mean wild, when it comes to mics I be cheeting
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Im destend to find new ways so ill MC's
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And Im real with this, I come of like a scat
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It's the dread heads checking for repesenting north add
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Kids pack tacs, I pack technics
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Lyricol contact, now Im strapped on the streetz
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Freezby aient, niggaz be trying
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But standing next to me kin but so in lyricele dyin
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I wrote the rhyme n' wrote the next rappers back
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So before you run up in my face, foe, remember that
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And dance in the art n' main tain
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A rapper speaking for real like ban-jis when it's swinging
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Not yo bond MC's, don't aim to ever round
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And bust off like four pound
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Now bust how they go down
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(chourus)
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It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby,
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It's goin down,
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It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby,
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It's goin down,
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It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby,
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It's goin down,
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It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby,
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It's goin down
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Yo, my sex and be mic checking and MC decking
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You can buck me I ain't contry
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I never said I wreck it (true)
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So wack MC's chill with defesistnts
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Cause the minist that I freestyle
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can probably shoop n' your entistnts
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I make beats to stort
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Rappers be getting court
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I swear all MC's be sampling my fucking thoughts
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It's on when I hit the metchinon, beat acsin' at your show
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Na, nigga I boo be check your microphone
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Droping rappers and black hole, hell and head n',
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pull n' girls of smore
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like Pam Grier, seveny seven
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You can't work a verse, pass it
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When I come in niggaz start wrecking win like Din Jackins
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Thinking they asking, lyricle breaking backs
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My shit is hot, my reggae come,
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shouldn't be fucking prengsing wacks
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(You don't repesent nigga)
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Nigga hide that sound
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Check your battle stats, cause it's about to go down
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It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby,
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It's goin down,
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It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby,
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It's goin down,
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It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby,
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It's goin down,
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It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby,
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It's goin down
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It's Goin Down
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Mad Skillz |