Intro
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hello,hello.yeah.yo.where you at?yo i'm at the airport i just got back from
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paris, had this girl dancing for me and s***. oh word? yeah where ya'll n***as
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at? oh well i'm up in the studio. oh i'te. won't you drop this joint? yo i
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can't i might not be able to make it there. for real? yo i got a idea. put the-
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put the joint up to the phone and i'm goin-i'm goin just-i'm goin to just rock
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to it, just over the phone.ayo, yo put that joint on the big speakers. yo c,
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get me some water yo,turn it up real loud. i'm just going to rock this joint yo
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go ahead, go head. here it go.press record. all eyes over here we about to show
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ya you know. ballers down the hill.
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verse 1
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ayo my mental is keep the rock cut keep the glock up
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keep the rock pucks int the basement with the lock shut
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used to sliding under street lights puff a piece pipe
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keep the heat tight by my side so i can eat right
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all i knew is hit block and how to crack deals
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make it hot with this rap s*** and stack bills
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all i'm used to is struggling juggling bugging with
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thoughts in my head knowing crack kills
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out for papes gotta let the desert eagle blow
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i get cake, this rap s*** is legal though
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check the resume, split that spit that
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i put my name in the game mr.book
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i'm a shine til a n***a can't shine no more
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i'm a smoke so much weed til i can't find no more
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i'm a keep my chest bluish
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keep hitting em hard like ray lewis
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til they can;t feel they spine no more
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chrous
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oh slow it down, walk away
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and then you swear you heard this s*** before
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n***as say they from the ghetto
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legend has it they from baltimore
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get the n***as off the corners now
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and we goin hold it down
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associated now we made
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what can stop us now
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verse 2
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ayo we bash in brains
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then hit a n***a pockets for the last of his change
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then put a slash through his veins
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bullies of the block we harass in the game
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with a sound so hot it turn gas into flames
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keep jumping around like my raps entertain
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f*** around get beat down
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with some bats and some chains
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when ya'll was on them lots
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dropping cash on the range
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i was tongue kissing blocks
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stashing them things
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and now my n***as on only half of the chains
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see the corners in the past
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but my ass is still deranged
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i rumble in your ear like a flash when it rains
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when i hits ya get the picture
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knock the glass out the frame
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rap for the name of dope, crack, and cocaine
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and i'm a drill it in ya ears so you can laspe from the pain
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and after the fame i'm going back to the wane
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but for now n***a fell the wrath of my game
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chrous
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vers 3
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the whole swell hold it down for my hometown
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show the world how we live how we fell we get down
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that's my mission show up in my diction
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rep baltimore every show til there's tension
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hate the fact that we arrogant we just go hard
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high confidence got us feeling that we should bogard
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take over like bush did the poll sheets
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alot of rappers falling off cause the flow weak
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that's waht we here for to bring competiton
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battle anybody we there for a lynchmen
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ayo i bet we won't lose what track you wanna use
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let's do it acappella freestyle for your shoes
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n***ga make it hot don't get it twisted
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dumb gifted. baltimore once again if you missed it
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can't miss the butch make it hot coooley high
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associates coming and we knocking n***as out
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chrous
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>>>end
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Off The Corner - Featuring The Associates
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