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We have such to show you
This isn't for eyes...
AaaAAAA, the is back!

The is back!

So I a one-year hiatus
Ain't nobody my latest
You thought Mix-a-Lot was
But I'm this boot's on you
What to all the old homies?
When the money gets funny lonely
My ex turned into a
Down at the Hollywood, slangin' that
Cheap and a mini-skirt
Girl, your line of work?
Now that I'm rollin', you wanna roll me
But you been to the clinic lately?
you had six condoms, see
Today you got
Tossed you out a paper sack
brother ain't Sprung On The Cat
What all the old homies?
I got paid so call me phony
But I to lay it low,
When a brother like you me I can't flow?
So here we go, bro, the leader of the Show
Let you know, I and get mo'
I yank the bank and I ain't ganked
Cause my back you're to shank, but no thanks!
My face shows pain and strain as I stand in the
With this fame, you go
The I run is not fun to some,
And now I no one!
The is back!

{Big in effect, I ain't bluffin'!} I'm back!
boss is back!
{Big boss in effect, I bluffin'!}
{Big in effect, I ain't bluffin'!}

Tommy revenge
But I your oxygen
When the got thick you ran
Now in my you stand
for a few hun?
Son, your fun my gun!
Now you scream true black
Boy, you need to with that!
Cause I'm an op-por-tu-ni-ty de-stroyer
My gat's my
Last you's a stick-up kid
And this week in show biz
Standin' on stage, another black
Wanna get paid, so you're as balck as you be
Throw up a sign, fakin' the rhymes
Run out of lyrics, scratch in a Malcom X
Hypocrite, hits break the bits
The boss of lays pain when I spit
Criticized, I'm takin' the dares
And now you're tryin' to tell another brother what to
Come off tip, you know how it goes
Another brother gets and punks blame it on gold
Gold ropes? Naw, ain't your problem
The job of a rapper is to em and solve em
Now you're crying what a brother owns
King died so you buy your throne
I ain't got time to take steps in
You or the KKK, worse?
You told me to low in my ghetto
And so did the Klan, so up, bro
Why do you think brothers is dope, fool?
America, boy, the rules!
Play that hard and say you ain't with that
And everything you're bout money on your contract
about me bad, it's time for the payback, black,
The is back!

I'm back.

I don't know the of trust
I gotta so I do what I must
Some cross you when you're soft
why I'm my own damn boss
They'll run you with stress
If spring on the butt and chest
I'd be sprung on the ducat
And put damn freak in my bucket
I deal women, not girls
Cause young ones'll shake your world
I'm it like it is
Cause a brother like Mix ain't his
I got two or three clowns
That try to kick me I'm down
But when I come up, all play dumb
All of a sudden, we, not one
I zip up lips when I these hits
I'm equipped to make quit
Young should all duck cause jaws are gettin' struck
The gets chuched, so wussup!
I ram and cram my in the mouth of a man
I'm quicker than Van Damme
Face the facts, two stack
off, fool, or get cracked!
The is back!

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