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It's necessary, on the contrary
No you do not scare me, is you drinkin' Bloody
But shit, you betta hurry, before I to bury
My is bitchy, 'cuz my period is heavy
I used to drive a Chevy, put twenties on baby
My nigga was the shit, but that stupid nigga left me
And now I'm lovin' Larry, but Larry go with
And is a freak, but it's his baby she will carry

The life he live's a fairy, like, "Tom and Jerry"
My flow is legendary and style is temporary
Yeah, you need to worry, like Jason, it scary
The words that I spit don't fit in category
Is my vision My speech is very slurry
Me without Tim is like Jamaicans with no
And yes, it's necessary, so hurry, nigga,
'Cuz when this album drops, you whack MC's all get buried

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Your style's very crummy, that's why you have no
You always looking bummy, I don't care if you don't me
Don't try to come before me, you are a dummy
Repeat, you'll lose teeth and I would hate to call you gummy
or sunny, battle no way, honey
This not a of Hide-and-Seek, go call ya mummy
about get so ugly, and I'ma keep y'all runnin'
Hiding me, 'cuz you know you are weak

You sayin' nothin', I keep it jumpin' jumpin'
In your Kenwoods, I'm bumpin' sumthin' in ya
You can say I'm buggin', 'cuz when I out bustin'
That's why be discussin' who I like and who I'm fuckin'

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C'mon,
C'mon,
C'mon,
Fickidy, uh, uh, uh
C'mon,
C'mon,

I had a little homie Paul Revere
Smokes blunt after blunt, guzzled 40's of
He used to swear up and every first of the year
He was quit smokin', but he never did
Watch y'all huskey, it's about time
Gettin' ready for the 'round quarter 'til nine
Couple bottles of hypnotic in the back of the
Might spit a girl, but I hit like a guy

Me and ballin' up the Avenue
Funky fresh dressed to impress, we dudes
Music biz only reason I ain't jackin'
You know bullshit and stackin' rules
Niggas keeps drawin', the streets keep
Drink 'til I'm nice and uh, uh-uh,
I'm bad luck, y'all mad 'cuz y'all
Please do not try to fuck with this young
Please do not try to fuck with young duck

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