| Uh shoot 'em all baby
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| Just call it in one time for me real heavy
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| Back in black
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| Who’s the mack
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| Sittin' on the back
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| Of a Cadillac
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| Well it’s the D motherfucker
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| Better pass me the mic
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| So I can rock on
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| And drop the styles I write
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| I like hip-hop
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| Ya don’t stop
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| And all that
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| I rock the freak styles
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| And neat styles
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| That are crazy fat
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| It’s making me sick
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| Punk get off my dick
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| Cause I’m the same motherfucker
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| That I ever was
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| Same motherfucker
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| But I can’t pay attention
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| Cause I’m on that dust
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| My head’s not swell
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| Kid I’m not sell
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| Don’t feed me soup
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| Just give me the funky loop
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| I’ll rock it to the best of my ability
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| Runnin' mad styles and showin' flexibility
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| Cause I’m the man that’s On Point
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| When I jam a funky joint
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| I want some other over there
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| Yo, I just don’t care shit
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| Pass the mic
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| Then I’m gonna' tear shit
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| Up like a peice of paper
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| Your girl caught the vapor
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| When I ran the caper
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| I ain’t rearranged
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| So don’t look strange
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| I’m the same motherfucker
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| Ain’t a damn thing changed
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| Cause I’m hard like stone
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| Don’t play me soft
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| And I rock rhymes frequently
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| I drop it off and
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| I’m off in space
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| I remember your face
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| But don’t remember your name
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| Cause it’s all the same
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| As it ever was
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| That’s what it is money grip
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| Don’t trip
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| Or I’m gonna' bust that lip
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| Bust it, flip it, skip it
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| Just like a stone on a river
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| Ya know I’m gonna' give her
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| Whole lotta' flavor
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| Criminal behavior
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| Used to be how I made it
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| But that shit’s over rated
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| Now I rock rhymes over funky beats
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| I fuck fine hookers between satin sheets
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| They say money changes people
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| But I won’t cause
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| I’m the same motherfucker that I ever was
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| And ya don’t quit
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| Cause I’m on that dust
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| Soul Assasins are on that dust
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| My man J. Disco is on that dust
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| Cypress Hill is on that dust
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| FunkDoobiest is on that dust |