[Scratching x4]
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Smoke smoke smoke
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Smoke smoke smoke
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Smoke smoke smoke sticky now
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[City Spud]
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Now for real I be the break 'em off
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Ho hopper, trick knocker
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Nobody does it like we do we's proper
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Biggie like Papa when I dropper
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Lying on that ass now we fucking till the beat don't stopper
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Could it be I move too smooth?
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Grooves that will make the whole party move
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Spots I keep them hot so honies be out to trot
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Yo I got this game on lock when I pull up on the lot
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[Hook: City Spu]
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So watch me now
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Niggas wonder how
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I'm spiffy now
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So the bitches pick me now
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See watch me now
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Niggas wonder how
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I'm spiffy now
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So the bitches pick me now
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Tell them watch me now
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Niggas wonder how
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I'm picky now
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Smoke sticky now
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Tell them watch me now
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Niggas wonder how
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I'm spiffy now
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Bitches pick me now
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[City Spud]
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Now everyone wanna try and stop this dude
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Pop this dude, drop this dude
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Try to top this dude, plus test my crew
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Watch me drop a jewel while they jock this dude
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But why every time I around we's cool?
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Watch them act a fool
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When I leave swiftly, sixty when I cruise
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My dues been paid
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Rats been laid
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Many gats been sprayed
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Plus tracks been made like yellow dude face
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See me through your shades, blow up like grenades
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Try to fade this team, you know what that mean
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Head full of dreams
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Go on watch us hit the seams with this million dollar team
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Shining like rings
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Taking over everything with this lyrical scheme
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We be like fiends when it comes to the money
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Be are end for hur-tin-in'
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[Hook]
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[Murphy Lee]
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I keep's it going on and on
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Little T I like's to rock shit
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Keep that head pop shit
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Keep on making profits
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What you know about this?
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Nothing at all, cause my shits gall like these hos on my balls
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I be that "Hit 'em once see you later" I holler
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No need to bother little Torii about a dollar
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Ask Ali Baba and he'll tell y'all
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"A po's office ho about to get you for your L dawg"
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Tell those low-down dirty gold diggers
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Torii "Murphy Lee" ain't your average rich nigga
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Saint Louis representer and I remember
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Hos can give a fuck about my beater in December
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But now it's a holiday and follow me
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Up North like Hollany
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Booty call like Bellamy
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Nag, what you telling me?
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Now it's all-good
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You's a star spelled backwards
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Go on back to your hood
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[Nelly]
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Now it goes hos and niggas, sit back and relax Fri. and Sat.
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Pay attention while as I drop this shit on y'ass
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Thinking I wanna smoke a blunt
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Got them [?] on their knees
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You cats that wanna be down you just get ready for your lead
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Now I know niggas trying to say that Lunatics East Coast
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Cause my lyrics boasts with flavor but fool I'm just your neighbor
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One of Saint Louis' finest, just keep a cover like Linus
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Stop your ass like sinus, congestion 'till you learn your lesson
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Confessin' in a danker cruiser supposedly with no future
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Mammas call me a loser
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Huh, but watch me prove I can Buckeye like Ohio
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Keeping Pace like Orlando
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I'm running out from the 5 O's cause all I herr is "Book 'em Dano"
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Practice cause I can't be touched, I'm just too much
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I'm packed like lunch with more skills than such and such
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I'm plus, never a minus, bumping Johnny Unitas
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Out that Hall of Fame
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Lyrics ride tracks better than trains
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Coming flier than planes, crossing niggas like lanes
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Backstabbing, but peep out my game as I explain
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Everybody shake your hand ain't your partner fool
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Just because I give you dapper that don't mean we cool
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Clearer than ice water
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See your whole plans to shake me up
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Let up before I wet up your whole fucking getup
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Spit up a lung you'd got that wind knocked out
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Who get the clout? Ain't no doubt
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Lunatics run the house
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[Hook]
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[Scratching]
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Smoke smoke smoke sticky now
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[City Spud]
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So watch me now
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Sticky Now
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St. Lunatics |