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

The is back!

So I took a hiatus
Ain't nobody heard my
You thought Mix-a-Lot was
But I'm back; boot's on you
What happened to all the old
When the money gets funny lonely
My ex into a slut
Down at the Hollywood, that butt
perfume and a mini-skirt
Girl, what's line of work?
Now that I'm rollin', you roll with me
But have you been to the clinic
you had six condoms, see
Today you got
you out like a paper sack
This brother ain't On The Cat
What about all the old
I got paid so call me phony
But I to lay it low,
When a brother like you tells me I can't
So here we go, bro, the leader of the Flow
Let you know, I and get mo'
I the bank and I ain't been ganked
Cause my back trying to shank, but no thanks!
My face pain and strain as I stand in the rain
With fame, you go insane
The I run is not fun to some,
And now I no one!
The is back!

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

Tommy revenge
But I your oxygen
When the game got you ran
Now in my face you
Beggin' for a few
Son, your fun my gun!
Now you scream you're black
Boy, you to chill with that!
Cause I'm an op-por-tu-ni-ty de-stroyer
My gat's my
Last week you's a kid
And this week you're in biz
Standin' on stage, black wanna-be
Wanna get paid, so you're as as you gotta be
Throw up a peace sign, the rhymes
Run out of lyrics, scratch in a X line
Hypocrite, your break the bits
The boss of brain pain when I spit
Criticized, cause I'm the dares
And now you're tryin' to tell another what to wear?
Come off that tip, you 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 crying bout what a brother owns
King died so you could buy your
I ain't got to take steps in reverse
You or the KKK, who's
You me to stay 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 role and say you ain't with
And everything you're cryin' money on your contract
Talked me bad, it's time for the payback, black,
The is back!

I'm back.

I don't the meaning of trust
I gotta live so I do I must
Some cross you when you're soft
That's why I'm my own damn
They'll run you down with
If you're spring on the butt and
I'd rather be on the ducat
And put another damn in my bucket
I deal with women, not
Cause them young ones'll shake your
I'm tellin' it it is
Cause a brother Mix ain't losin' his
I got two or three clowns
That try to me when I'm down
But when I up, they all play dumb
All of a sudden, we, not one
I zip up when I spit these hits
I'm equipped to make quit
Young should all duck cause jaws are gettin' struck
The luck chuched, so wussup!
I ram and cram my in the mouth of a man
I'm kickin' than Van Damme
Face the facts, two platinums
off, fool, or get cracked!
The is back!

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