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back
three
months
later
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I
cop
heavy
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wrap
the
whole
bodega
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gets
no
greater
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dog
out
the
cage
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to
eat
ya
faces
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is
born
Before
it
reach
the
pages
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as
well
be
my
middle
name
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and
bust
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fucking
up
ya
little
frame
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shit
change
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new
ways
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show
our
brothers
love
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couldn't
get
a
fist
bump
with
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rubber
glove
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em
what
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fuck
it
does
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is
what
the
fuck
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do
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you
were
the
shit
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always
be
the
number
two
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should've
knew
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get
my
Hands
on
the
ball
and
I
roof
it
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probably
still
be
on
the
stoop
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fucking
stupid
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a
killer
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an
expert
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can
add
your
Two
cents
to
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net
worth
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still
be
a
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me
what
kind
of
superhero
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join
you
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these
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be
far
out
your
justice
league
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got
another
scheme
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up
the
sleeve
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the
pressure
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it
tough
to
breathe
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so
many
emcees
scuffin
they
Knees
to
suck
on
my
steez
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can't
handle
the
truth
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about
as
different
as
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and
boots
or
Luke
and
Martin
Luther
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is
not
what
youre
used
to
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away
from
the
one
and
twos
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something
you
cant
prove
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cant
handle
the
truth
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shadowbox
with
the
bars
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get
you
faded
fast
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from
New
York
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its
over
they
cue
the
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laugh
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been
sick
fuck
what
the
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is
labeled
as
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the
same
jeans
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to
flame
that
ass
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the
whole
kid
away
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did
a
skid
bid
and
ran
up
in
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motherfuckers
wig
with
the
Dinner
tray
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different
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shit
you
only
do
once
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ya
mouth
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wont
eat
nothin
solid
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two
months
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than
a
few
blunts
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try
to
reach
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level
of
con
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sparks
start
flyin
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floor
pedals
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reside
in
a
concrete
cabin
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no
fireplace
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put
ya
head
on
the
mantle
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to
the
fire
escape
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i
annihilate
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since
ya
man
Ron
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had
the
fire
tapes
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wish
you
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the
fuck
i
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em
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fudd
with
the
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must
be
hunting
season
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can't
handle
the
truth
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about
as
different
as
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and
boots
or
Luke
and
Martin
Luther
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is
not
what
youre
used
to
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away
from
the
one
and
twos
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something
you
cant
prove
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cant
handle
the
truth
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thriller
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a
different
kinda
tequila
Bambu
filler
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represents
the
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who
realer
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to
run
in
like
you
seen
Godzilla
come
out
the
screen
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the
clip
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under
the
strip
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they
find
the
fiends
That's
my
kind
of
theme
Anthony
Hopkins
as
Hannibal
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flammable
I
handle
you
with
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hunger
of
animals
Torches
get
dropped
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still
burn
if
you
cautious
or
not
You
too
basic
I'm
busy
Melton
Faces
like
sauce
in
the
pot
Back
to
school
again
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Hooliganz
off
of
the
block
You
won't
ever
see
me
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and
talking
to
cops
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bangaz
with
flavors
That
god
gave
us
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wet
behind
the
ears
tryna
Shave
with
ya
pops
razors
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thirsty
for
respect
Make
the
baddest
decisions
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leavin
hair
on
they
chin
To
eat
ass
for
a
livin
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ask
for
a
vision
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it
immediate
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indeedy
it's
Nevada
heat
burnin
the
skin
of
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bohemians
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less
is
more
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the
extra
raw
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the
dresser
drawer
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the
one
you
need
the
Mothafkin
weapons
for
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no
question
mark
Just
an
exclamation
No
need
to
panic
Shut
down
the
planet
for
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