[Intro]
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Just let the pigeons loose let the games begin Tone
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Must be crazy, ay yo Sin, what's up Capone?
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I created this motherfucker
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[Verse 1]
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Let me start from the beginnin, you ain't reppin the streets
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You from the outskirts of Detroit, where the bitches meet
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I'm gonna pull your skirt up, expose your true sex
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Antagonize your label, till I get my respect
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You ran to your manager, asked him how to handle this
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Five shades darker motherfucker you'll be Canibus
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No one would care about your complicated rhyme style
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Another backpack rapper out of style
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Don't let me have to backslap your mom's if you smile
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I'm serious, if you ain't 'gon respect her why should I?
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Chin check it Snoopy put a circle on that eye
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My time's never up cause real niggas don't die
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I'm not Moby, the little puppet on MTV
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I bring glasses to your living room so you could see me
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Yeah you sold alot of units, but you can't be me
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The state of hip hop, will continue to be fucked up
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You playin by a different set of rules you got me fucked up
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Respect the hood Marshall, or the hood'll take you out
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You the real wanksta, and I don't care who you sign
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Disrespect Benzino, that ass is mine
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What you know about pumpin, on the block till you freeze
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What you know about cuttin up rocks, duckin D's
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What you know about facin, a grand jury indictment
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As far as I'm concerned you just industry excitement
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I hope them D12 niggas ain't who you fight with
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Clash with the titan, you bound to start a crisis
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Meanwhile back in Boston I'm a legend
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My number in the rafters fuck Bird I'm representin
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[Chorus]
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He's alright but he's not real (Real)
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We spit tight and we got steel (Steel)
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You talk shit and you get killed (Killed)
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From the streets to the studio nigga it's all sealed (Sealed)
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[Verse 2]
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The two thousand three Vanilla Ice how you playin it
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If you ask me, you really ain't that nice you overrated
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Hang you from your feet part two in theaters now
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Drop your ass from the roof you gonna feel it now
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You was unsigned hype, before you ever met Dre
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I birthed your little career now you owe your life to Ray
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The five mic giver, the Marshall maggot ripper
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Better never let me see you with some jewels I'm gonna strip ya
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Oh, and tell your label heads stop callin my phone (Jimmy)
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Leavin messages sayin please leave him alone (Fuck that!!!)
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And don't forget, how this shit all cccured to me
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Your whole camp be surrounded by security
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What you want? the black or the chrome?
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How can you ever claim a block, when you have no home
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I do it for my niggas in the cells and public housin
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You takin too much X Em you need counselin
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Get anybody on your roster who could fuck with Ray
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Obie Trice you a busta I don't think you wanna play
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And 50 holla at your boy get that loot and ride
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But please don't make the mistake and take this nigga's side
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I hate to have to turn this battle to an all in out war
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But if we have to, I'm a leave his partners on the floor
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I think we both know exactly what we hear for
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I want the streets back I'm comin to your door
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I earn my stripes I'm a don you a pussy
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Zino bombs hit you out the park you still a rookie
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Bottom of the ninth, the scores lookin crazy
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Niggas on my block will knock Slim Shady
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[Chorus]
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He's alright but he's not real (Real)
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We spit tight and we got steel (Steel)
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You talk shit and you get killed (Killed)
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From the streets to the studio nigga it's all sealed (Sealed)
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He's alright but he's not real (Real)
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We spit tight and we got steel (Steel)
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You talk shit and you get killed (Killed)
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From the streets to the studio nigga it's all sealed (Sealed)
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[Outro]
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And that's how the motherfuckin story go
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Crush, kill, destroy, crush, kill, destroy, crush, kill, destroy,
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Crush, kill, destroy, crush, kill, destroy
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Pull Your Skirt Up
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Benzino |