[Verse 1]
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Now I don' told this nigga to shut his mouth
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I guess he wasn't hearin' me
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I'm beyond this peon, he's scared of me
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Apparently he don't see that he don't compare to me
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Cause he ain't remain silent like T.I.'s security
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It's clear to me he'll fuck up his own cash
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Take your little freestyle and shove it up your ass
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Followed by the "oohs" and "aaahs"
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Your foolish pride gonna fuck around and put you on the loosin' side
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Who got bodied?
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Nigga, you sick? Then I'm a hot tattie
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Coke flow, I spit so much Whitney I got Bobby
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I'm a sound off
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This nigga's a clown y'all
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Fifty niggas with him wearin' jheri curls, hoppin' out of clown car
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Shows over Bozo
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No mo', I'm back
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Time to face the music, I'ma just straight up abuse him
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He choose to, diss
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But he know not what he gettin'
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While he's spittin' funny shit, I'm gettin' money bitch
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Blllaah!
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C'mon I'm a product of my environment
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He ain't gotta try to bring Malcolm out of retirement
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He go at me I hit him asap
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Take that
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Get shot up like a cap gun at a race track (Boom)
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He's probably from the part of the Bay that the gay's at
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Where the fags migrate and give each other AIDS at
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They told me you ain't the pistol type
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So yo, you know to me that means you a Frisco dyke
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Get you a whoopin' like Whoopie
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You steppin' in another circle
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I wear purple label you just wear The Color Purple
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Everything about your lame flow represents
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Everything hoe in every color in the rainbow
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Sayin' Proof's name will get you strangled
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Let my nigga rest or I bet you you gon' be sleepin' with the angels
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I'm fly
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You a fly fisher
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You lie
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You die
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Goodbye
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Zip 'em up [x4]
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[Verse 2]
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C'mon
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You showed you ain't got respect soon as you diss me so sudden
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So when you bow it better look like you toe touchin'
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I'm so fuckin' ridiculous with the flow cousin
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I pack heat and I will give you the whole oven
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Coke, heroin, flower, fuck it the whole cupboard
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No publishin' for this fuckin', I'm so stubborn
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I threw the bait
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You took it, I'm on the boat buzzin'
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Reelin' you in, tryin' to eat you before Joe Budden
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[Verse 3]
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Budden said the battle was embarrassin'
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Comparison
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This shit here more embarrassin'
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So I'ma use his beat to merk you
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And maybe he'll see that I'll merk him too
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I'm just playin' my nigga Buddens, you cool
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I'm just fuckin' with you cause I got +Nuttin To Do+
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This Mistah Fag, he's a waste of my time
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And my time is money so I'm wastin' money just makin' this rhyme
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It ain't beef
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But I would like to shoot your jeweler
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Your charm look like some kind of retarded school bus
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All you missin' is the "duh" and the drool
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The wheelchair, the helmet and the confused look
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Niggas get shook when Malcolm speaks
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There ain't a way I can hear you on an Alchemist beat
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Y'all two doin' an album together
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Ooh shit
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Okay, I got a sample for you
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Loop this:
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[circus employee talking]
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Step right up! Step right up! Let me guess your weight
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I just flew in from San Francisco and boy are my arms tired!
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Step right up and watch me shoot through bullets out of my sleeve
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I'm so fuckin' funny. Let's take it to The Bay baby
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[Background]
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Mistah F.A.B. I'm funny. I'm a clown, with no money
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Every Monday, I get a haircut. To wear a t-shirt and jeans with airbrush
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I'm corny. I'm corny. There goes a real fat ? before me
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It's not corny. He's still here too. But I don't care cause, I'm so funny
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[Verse 4]
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The streets will teach you
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I love for The Bay nigga, Skee my people
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The problem is, you think lyrically my equal
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But that don't balance out I gotta Keak to Sneak you
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You be the bitch
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Nigga we be the shit
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You never slang like 40
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You tryin' to be legit/B-Legit
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I will eat your soul
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My pieces glow cause they freezin'
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These hoes is Keshia Cole
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I'll put you in the hospital
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You ain't the only one that got riddled
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I got two
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Check it
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One
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Flabby, Fabby, fuck you
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Fucked yo mammie, we family cause I'm yo daddy, son
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Two
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Yeah, pussy thought you took me
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Want a cookie? Cause nobody seems to care
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So what's the fuss 'bout
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Turn your girl' |