Tonalité : B minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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I'm the verbal spit,
Smith Wesson
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I unload with six -spit,
then quit with a split a split second
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I'm barred with a lit wick expression
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And you hear it tick, tick, then you test it
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My saliva is thick,
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a split thread in the fiber and bits
So trust me, I'm as live as it gets
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Everybody claim you the best
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and they head to throne
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Since Big is gone,
if you ask me, they dead wrong
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My flow is hotter
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than the flash from the clip
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When the hammer slaps the bullet
on the ass from the clip
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You wind up in the room full of my dogs
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I have you feeling like a fire hydrant
in a room full of dogs
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So come, come now,
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get pissed on, shit it on
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Tough talk turns to can't
we all just get along
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You get blazed when the mic's on,
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shot when it's on
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You probably ducked
when they laid the gunshot in your song
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My gun still stutters when
it speaks to you
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Other shit to re peat to you
Nothin' to clip to give a speech to you
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Me and Premier,
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we kinda the same in ways
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We both speak with our hands
in dangerous ways
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Rap now is a circus of clowns
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A whole lotta lip from clicks,
I probably wrap circles around
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I'm the next best to reach a peak
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Formerly known as the best kept secret
I guess that I just leaked it
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Somebody better duck or burn
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Somebody better
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Hurt y 'all cause it's bout to go off
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Man got me down 259 Boom
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Somebody better duck
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or run
Somebody better
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Hurt y 'all cause it's bout to go off
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Man got me down 259
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I'm a motherfuckin' star,
I don't battle no more
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I provide the gun clappin' round of
applause after your show
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Or we could go toe to toe
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cause they callin' you hot
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Steppin' around all your punches
like it's all you got
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Every day I'm meetin' somebody
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and all of they peeps
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Quick to shake a niggas hand
and show me all of they teeth
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And these bitches I
be pattin' they asses
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They be all dumb and googly -eyed
lookin' at me, battin' they lashes
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Rappers think Detroit niggas
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not as down as them
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A sense that I'm down with Slim,
that I sound like him
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Quick to judge me and tell
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me that my hook might sell
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And say faggot shit to me like I look like L
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My ad vice, quit talkin', it's over
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I was knockin' niggas out
when you was knockin'
sticks off of they shoulders
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I got dirt done in my past,
I know y 'all sweat
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I got re grets,
owed it to some of you so -called vets
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Niggas say I found God with the flow
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Bring the police to the studio
and bring the bomb squad to the show
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Ain't a nigga touchin' mines
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When you listen to my shit,
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you don't chew, you don't breathe
You'll miss a fuckin' line
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Every time I spit, I tick,
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to show you it's hot
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Leave me in the deck too long,
I'll blow up your box
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Boom! Boom!
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Somebody better duck or run
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Somebody better
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Heard y 'all cause he's
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about to blow up
Bam, got, two
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Boyz Fatah
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Boyz Fathah
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Boyz Fathah
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Boyz Boyz
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Fathah
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Thanks watching,
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