| They yellin can you please bring that Philly rap, East coast back?
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| We need a neat look, rebook, fit in ya bag, yeah
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| Grind harder than I did in the past
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| Mind like Einstein, I’m the shit in the lab
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| The feces in the booth need to shit in the Jag
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| Trust, your transgression will shit in the bag, yeahhh!
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| Might I add
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| Although they often duplicate it, I’m the shit with the ad libs
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| Freezer clean y’all whack rappers up like bad kids
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| Pampers, forget the hamper, throw the shit in the trash
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| What I’m tryin to say, is I’m the shit, y’all ass
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| I’m a full bowel movement, you just passin gas
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| You need some Pepto-Bismol, some chicken and Crisco grease
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| A colon cleanser from the chicks on the Ave, yeah
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| You can try me but you ain’t gonna last
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| Ain’t a chicken I desire that I ain’t gonna have, yeah
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| Free, spray things for the cheddar
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| I’m, on point, always and forever
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| I, work hard just to make my money
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| Ya whole firing squad couldn’t take my money, from me
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| Y’all dummies, y’all can take these dummies from me
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| And y’all can hear them dummies hummin
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| Comin at ya, sorry that I had to gat ya
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| But y’all motherfuckin dummies had it comin
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| When I’m rappin, this is facts, it’s not fiction
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| I got the clearance to crush ya with McLarens
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| Old heads say I remind 'em of Aaron Torres
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| I rock white gold, Rolies and send they young’ns on errands
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| Keep the young’ns with me, take 'em out on the road
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| Get 'em clothed and send 'em home with more dough than they parents
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| Now the Maybach roof transparent
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| I’m from where the roof was damaged, water leaked on the floor
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| And the hole got bigger, water leaked on the bed
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| I couldn’t sleep on the bed, I had to sleep on the floor
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| And my mother used to wonder why I stayed on the go
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| Now my mother got a house, four baths, six beds, yeah
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| Free, spray things for the cheddar
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| I’m, on point, always and forever
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| I, work hard just to make my paper
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| A whole firing squad couldn’t take my paper, ya know
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| Free, spray things for the cheddar
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| I’m, on point, always and forever
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| I, work hard just to make my money
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| Ya whole firing squad couldn’t take my money, from me
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| Let the horns rock
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| Let that chick talk
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| (Hey) okay, (hey) okay
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| This that real shit, hip-hop
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| Y’all know (hey), Freezer!
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| (Hey), Jake One |