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I guess it gotta give them 
Headaches over head then your beat breaks 
Lyrics modum only cause you rode 'em to my scrotum 
Hoping makes a pretty penny, if any, one of many, we're coming through 
Smacking ya wit something we seen in Street Fighter II 
Big D's like E Honda, bite like Blancka, or flip Ms. Chun Li best be 
easy baby 
You'll get the fair fist from the figure only get O sopranoes 
Get dismantle, too hot to handle, I am 
Grunt fiddle hawk when I talk 
Then I speak in ahlf Porturican brother from New York 
Or I'll smack you wit a ?corlota coat hero? 
You didn't figure nigga I'll smoke ya 
Sharp duck, I'm running amuck 
I jock it for the mic, ?coov? I give less than a fuk 
Peeping, I'll freak it then speak it across the border 
Now troublemakers and we're not taking your orders 
The water, don't wanna be deceived 
I'm bucking some change, now I feel fuking naive 
'Cause I'm living my day beat in the city of scum 
I'm in a different one daily and it's yours, that's the one 
That got drop, crooked cop shoot your shots 
Putting technically emphetic, you people are plops 
Now that I go pass go, I don't know, yo, bro 
I feel like I'm still in the ghetto 
(chorus) 
Put me in a house on the hill(still in the ghetto) 
Hit me till my tanks on filled(still in the ghetto) 
Get me a job so I don't have to rob, why do I wanna kill(Still in the 
ghetto) 
Now bust it, sit back, I'm bout to rip it 
Trust it, the styles like lusted 
And wicked, loosely, who me I'm groovy 
I saw Fritz the cat when it was in the fuking movies 
'Cause I go back like pitching pennies on a project step 
One of five when the bullet fly live 
When a rebel pulled a card, steady yard 
I ride around and rip the niggy get dope, it's just too hard 
Why brothers kill one another like coppers get undercovers 
When all we really got is one another 
A brother could feed me but if it needs me 
If I'm greedy, then what of myself do I discovered 
Say what I know, see what I saw 
Do what I did so kid, I'm sliding through the door 
Ticket get wit the shorty wit his eye on the tech 
Kick it to the crew that's not all safe sex 
Even kick it wit the man wit a plate pig neck juice 
Kid, I get loose like a ferret 
Why front, I've been rocking suits since the Parrot 
Le Bush Von negro, kid I'm crazy ghetto 
Yea, yo, tiptoe, through your road wit amigoes 
Ready or not, here come the Sheep to relieve 
Pull it off the kuff while we're wearing short sleeves 
Get it, got it, good 
Put it in you stereo and blast it in your hood 
Chorus 
Now if its checkers, chess, or song survivors 
I'm gonna catch wreck like I was a drunk driver 
But how's your hand-o in the ghetto 
Only thing you got is what you had from the get (ready) go 
Yo, you can't trust even if your tight 
'Cause they hug wit the left, stab you wit the right 
Love the Estoria and blan by Corona 
I'm still the same, I still got game in Barcelona 
Don't think I forgot where I been when you see me in a crowd 
Come in, no one's allowed, I hope I make you proud 
And as for those that never liked me 
You can go to hell and sight see 
The past is an ash, gone like spent cash 
Peace, boom bash, I won't dash 
I'm rollin through your region wit the Legion, reason 
Thought it was a rabbit, kid, it's duck season 
Don't think up I'm letting selling out, don't forget and 
Don't think I won't represent man 
Take a brother out and where he was is in him 
Drop 'em then I'm wearing silk, corduroy, or denim 
Make your mom's mom or make your kids do the jerk 
Comments couldn't faze me if they came from Captain Kirk 
Or the brown docking do in the sand, I can do 'em 
Throw a rhyme beat like my name were Warren Moon 
Hold back, why black, I never turn blue 
I'm chilling wit Pamela Anderson, we're both bout due 
Get ready for the new, yo, we'll show it 
Call the record week and it'll be here before you know it 
So on the real, don't sweat, where's my beds at 
No matter where it goes, I know where my heads at 
Chorus

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