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You, I love you so muchI can't deny how much I love you, yeahAlright, alright, that's enoughThings ain't going... that shitNigger this is simple, not complicatedI can't be faded,I'm starting to think I made itGet out of line, out line, out lineDo your act like you got a vagina, you pussy niggerFront on me, I'll find, find, I'll find youThere's no running from mePicture me in my darkest hourI would rather be marked for death than mark the coward... like the... and fameYou fuck around I make you... yourself like cobainTurn around disappear, thin air like david blaineI'm higher than... he's flying a planeNo evaluation necessary, I'm insaneThe barrow that... hot air a saunaBricks in the door panel causing...... don corleone... mano a mano... they call me the piano manI move the keys fuck the piano manSort of like a one man band with a trumpetBeef I let it blow... and dump it... niggers be talking all that jazzWhen they get down to the get down they askThat base so deep, my heart so coldI let you hear that street sweeper drum line rowRatatac tac, ratatac tac, I never hesitate to put a nigger on his backYou loose, cause I got the I'll street bluesYou loose, we'll see you on the 6 o'clock newsRatatac tac, ratatac tac, I never hesitate to put a nigger on his backYou loose, cause I got the I'll street bluesYou loose, we'll see you on the 6 o'clock newsThis vintage 50 call it my tommy gun... your ass outOne line, one bar, I'll be on you so fastMy night work like fresh out alcatrazI don't wanna play so I don't play fairYou know it's not fair to stare at my...Yeah, I'm enjoying the fruits of my laborCoke boy, the dope boy, now a nigger majorI used to cut crack on my grand mama chinaAnd cook coke think I'm the chef from...Smoke it, I could smoke a kush through the jarWhen I'm tripping, I might put a clip through your carThey say I'm sick, then tell me how I made it this farI lobe war, in fact, I'm the commanderI want you to open the box of pandoraI'll destroy you and everything you stand forRatatac tac, ratatac tac, I never hesitate to put a nigger on his backYou loose, cause I got the I'll street bluesYou loose, we'll see you on the 6 o'clock newsRatatac tac, ratatac tac, I never hesitate to put a nigger on his backYou loose, cause I got the I'll street bluesYou loose, we'll see you on the 6 o'clock newsYeah, I'm a self-side nigger to the boneAnd when my niggers ain't around, I do it by myselfCheck my track record nigger, haha, 50 yeahThat's cool for starters, but we gotta get to the shitWait till y'all hear the shit.
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