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[Main Verse]
Live today like tomorrow homie, just earn money
Hip-Hop ain't died, man it just turned 20
Ambitions of musicians of Thelonius monk
Mixed wit a lil punk for the homies to bump
I am not a lil punk, for the homies to jump
Or Scarface smokin' blunts while I'm holdin' the pump
So many hoes know me, i know what they want
But im bobby at (K)night so i choke her for fun
Better yet spreewell, when I'm chokin' the coach
You know that the flow is dope, so don't even front
You better say that I'm the truth, when i open my mouth
Ima ghost, that's why i got so many styles
Nigga, Pac won't leave me alone, he keep hauntin' me
Tauntin' me, i ask him what the hell you want from me
He said nothin' i just need some new company
These other rappers still soundin' kinda dumb to me
So, don't be scared if ever you think i grab at ya
I know its creepy, so what "I ain't mad at ya..."
This is written, but off the top I'm the mad hatter
A bad boy, no wonder i see the mad rappers
All i gotta do is spray em with mace
They just pimples, I'm Noxzema, they won't stay in my face
They got a lot of opinions, they won't say to my face
I treat em like bush do Mexicans, stay in your place
I'm pink, so why would i stay in a race
But I'm black, and these niggas can't stay in the race
I'm a beast, catch me bathin' with apes
Ridin' with lions, why are you lying? Playa you gay
If you try to throw me a curve, I'm makin' it straight
Shorty tried to throw me her curves, man stay gettin' laid
I'm a cute pink carpet, i stay in her place
And graffiti with the semen, when i spray in her face
Using racial terms, I'm the ace of the spades
Loon of the coons, more money for the porch monkeys
I stack figures, translation, I'm that nigga
Rap sicka' than ALL of you rap niggas
I pop a lot of shit, that much is obvious
I'm only nice with the wrapping, cause i got a gift
And your pockets need axe, it ain't got a scent
I'm pretty set in my ways, so why i gotta dip
Y'all lukewarm and i am your father prick
No Catholic Priest, get off your fathers dick
You pussies just love givin' a lot of lip
Well I'm abstinent, that's why you ain't gotta hit
I ain't stupid, I paint lucid pictures, I make moves, like that Frank Lucas nigga
Shoulda been in the March on Washingtonm, but I'm a king
So March on Washington, this is my year
From march on watch the kid
This that real chronic, go head you can spark it, get lit
This track is the loose-leaf i was born to rip
I make it rain like storm, in a porno flick
Made her leave her X-Man, and get it on with him
Call Michael Buffer, motherfucker get it on with him
No homo, but you niggas climbing brokeback mountain
I'm so crack, you sold that, i hope that found em
This is the product my nigga, no back countin'
You ain't speakin' English, you the pope, that's wildin'
You pop E, and think you leadin' the way
Well I'm a can of red bull, i can keep em awake
I invest diamond music, i guess i need more money
Till' then, November 10th's the new 420
So roll up, and get a hit of the piff
Or buy yourself a Nixon lollipop
And lick on a dick, bitch...
AND I FUCKED UP!
And I'm keepin' it
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