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9th Wonder, Warren G... classic ya'll

Yeah, give respect to the trigger
I've been pushed that line grade school, a fool
I touch down bitches they wanna fuck now
But can't get it, she got ass with a nose like...
My it ain't never scared
Got estate over there and hustle over here
Dare a nigga try to it he gone fake it til he make it
Shawty em like a bracelet, that's real talk,
Yeah, don't you snitch if you get
You already know if you do you dead
And now niggas in the hood trading cush for baby mama throat
But suck it up bitch deal it, huh
no glitch in my computer, bangin beats for the gouda
Paper plains no food
Yeah, I'm the and the the shooter and the taxi
I dare you mother get at me


I dare you fuckers get out me, Yeah

See I grew up with the blue team before there was a
Seen a lot of niggas knocked out over strings
Rhyming on beats since the 90s I'm a factor
Here with this until I'm in the here after
with this mike like mike when he was blacker
And you, you me of me when I was wacker
I read lines and drama like an actor
But I'm so that you would think that I'm a rapper
You think that I got in backwards? It really matter

Producer meets the rapper, he's the former I'm the
Spacing out these bars so you niggas can on
I'm proof that you could make loot and keep your rhymes strong
Burn out the industry as hot as my
Be mainstream meets the nightmare of normalcy
The anti of everything
most likely to succeed 'cause there ain't right no rules

[Kendrick
Uh, my we out here
cutless and nothing known for your luggage
Down trip, you to the public we don't believe shit
Believing it or not, call your bluffin' your ass with knots
The juggernaut that's in rectum, call pac and resurrect em'
Sure to cause a spectrum, especially when my mental start to f
Em'
Aka fuck em', aka nothings in my way once I start b b b
Fuck up function and your house party my life's shortly about fortune
And
If the feds call me, I dress softly, toss me life,
And high tops and my possy came too properly bite
Everybody's watching alright, if you're not watching me
my big cousin a kite,
Got my shit buzzin shit wasn't a doorbell, an insect or lightyear in
Sight, amen!
Now you be, a man! and pay respects and sure, yes we progress
Destroy your steps, son!
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