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Motherfucker back, I pursue rap at the pace of a New Jack Miscellaneous numbers and shoes grooves Rap I deliver for the hungry and Something different these hollow and grunting niggas This is strictly, step to my business is risky when you as bitch as Missy Back to back LP's sound the same, I surround the game With a four-pounded To make dance in the rain, scared to take a chance in the game Used to break dance, a shame What money do to a brain If he lose his soul what did a nigga
"Doin' it, doin' it, I am doin' it, C O M O to the N"
My train of is that of a hustler, or a nigga with his shirt off Trying to get his off to customers I rap with a on my shoulder, squeezing Coronas See shirts say "We gotta get over" That juggy is over, the war is on I only want to be a soldier, I'm holding on, to a Focused like Gordon Parks when it's sorta For niggas flooded with ice, my thought's the ark Performing arts with some shit for the heart Don't fuck with radio, ignoring the I could give a fuck you made in a year, nigga, you wack A soft nigga on a track, in this new rap Generation I "X" cats a Muslim He fell off cause I him Let his and his weak crew be his cushion I catch him on the streets, in of the bodyguards and rush him
"Doin' it, doin' it, I am doin' it, C O M O to the N"
You wasn't you was a thug before Pac came Ten ago you had a high top trying to be like Kane Snoop released and it became a G thing Claim sets, your city ain't got Niggas hate you, they ain't you no attention In a circle of fagots, your name is With six degrees, I separate MC's, from a man that's good From a nigga that was or just lived in the hood From what a nigga says to understood Keep my shit tight like boys in "The Wood" Dick is always like the "Boyz in the Hood" Peace to Dug Inf, No I, Lett, the whole Chi At the crib some cats me the cold eye I'm a slap the next one Let him know the world is my for taking You got to reduce
"Doin' it, doin' it, I am it, C O double M O to the N"