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Buck 50
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(Method) Who I'm is? We ain't got shit, somethin got to give Y'all done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the crib Die and live for my nigs and my bad-ass kids, freeze *sniff* Lookin at your ice like GEEZ! I'm plottin on the mousetrap, about to snatch the cheese I heard y'all kids is bout that, psychotherapy You buggin where the couch at? Wu, til they bury me Never tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree Now it's cherry pie - if it's not broke, let it be Ain't nuttin nice in - New York Stick you for your cake and your icing That tough talk? Don't mean nuttin when you're up North So keep them hands where I can see em like you want freedom You know that saying - if you can't join 'em, beat 'em and push your way in We ain't acrobats but we flip on occasion Pick the pace up, pants saggin pull your waist up Niggaz rentin slums usually Jacob, FOOL! You're like, "Dude! I don't like your fuckin attitude Frontin on my Clan from the Stat' when we ain't mad at you" (Ghostface) Yo, yo Starks flippin cheesyface measly paced ofays Ghostface, jump out the window for a little taste The joopy look, my main bitches call me lazy Educated birds say, "Ghost you so crazy!" .. "There's no love to be found" (Cappadonna) Cappa' slide through with the Ghost Post up like paint on walls Drip jewels, big heat ruffle inside the bubblegoose It's the Odd Couple Hollow points follow you home, Staten Island playin with the big toys that make noise Echo in the hall, a scared voice Niggaz start to act choice, but Duncan Hines didn't know Betty Crocker had them two nines Made the club moist, shattered the windows Dustheads runnin (yo) The rap kingpin bust the Black Jesus is comin (Redman) Yo The words you talk, that'll be the words you walk Body you in the bed where the nurses are Put your vein out, watch me insert the dart til it plagues from Bricks to the Persian Gulf Light circuits off, thirty-third of my brain is off That explains why my language off My gun aim and cough, y'all ain't trained to brawl

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