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Motherfucker move back, I rap at the pace of a New Jack Miscellaneous numbers and shoes grooves Rap I for the hungry and underprivileged Something different from hollow and grunting niggas is business strictly, step to my business is risky 'Specially when you as bitch as Back to LP's that sound the same, I surround the game With a brainstorm To make niggas dance in the rain, scared to a chance in the game Used to break dance, a shame money do to a nigga brain If he lose his soul what did a gain?
"Doin' it, doin' it, I am it, C O double M O to the N"
My train of thought is that of a hustler, or a nigga with his off Trying to get his off to customers I rap a chip on my shoulder, squeezing Coronas See shirts say "We gotta get over" juggy shit is over, the war is on I want to be a soldier, I'm holding on, to a culture like Gordon Parks when it's sorta dark For niggas flooded with ice, my thought's the ark warming arts with some shit for the heart Don't fuck radio, ignoring the charts I give a fuck what you made in a year, nigga, you wack A soft on a hard track, in this new rap Generation I "X" cats a Muslim He fell off cause I him Let his Bentley and his weak crew be his I him on the streets, in front of the bodyguards and rush him
"Doin' it, doin' it, I am doin' it, C O M O to the N"
You saying you was a thug before Pac came Ten years ago you had a high top 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 paying you no In a of fagots, your name is mentioned With six degrees, I separate MC's, a business man that's good From a nigga that was or just lived in the hood From what a says to what's understood Keep my shit tight like them in "The Wood" Dick is hard like the "Boyz in the Hood" Peace to Dug Inf, No I, Sean Lett, the Chi At the some cats give me the cold eye I'm a slap the next one Let him know the is my section for taking You got to aggression
"Doin' it, doin' it, I am doin' it, C O M O to the N"