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Motherfucker move back, I pursue rap at the of a New Jack Miscellaneous numbers and shoes grooves Rap I deliver for the hungry and Something different from these and grunting niggas This is business strictly, to my business is risky 'Specially when you as as Missy to back LP's that sound the same, I surround the game With a brainstorm To make niggas dance in the rain, scared to a chance in the game Used to break dance, a shame What money do to a nigga If he his soul what did a nigga gain?
"Doin' it, doin' it, I am doin' it, C O M O to the N"
My train of thought is that of a hustler, or a nigga his shirt off to get his work off to customers I rap with a chip on my shoulder, squeezing See shirts that say "We get over" That shit is over, the war is on I only want to be a soldier, I'm holding on, to a Focused like Gordon Parks when it's sorta For niggas flooded with ice, my thought's the ark Performing arts with some shit for the heart Don't fuck with radio, ignoring the I could give a fuck what you in a year, nigga, you wack A soft nigga on a track, in this new rap Generation I "X" cats like a He fell off cause I him Let his and his weak crew be his cushion I catch him on the streets, in front of the bodyguards and him
"Doin' it, doin' it, I am it, C O double M O to the N"
You wasn't you was a thug before Pac came Ten years ago you had a top trying to be like Kane Then Snoop and it became a G thing Claim sets, your city ain't got hate you, they ain't paying you no attention In a circle of fagots, your name is With six degrees, I MC's, from a business man that's good a nigga that was raised or just lived in the hood From what a nigga says to what's Keep my shit tight them boys in "The Wood" Dick is always like the "Boyz in the Hood" Peace to Dug Inf, No I, Sean Lett, the Chi At the crib some cats give me the eye I'm a bitch slap the one Let him know the world is my section for You got to aggression
"Doin' it, it, I am doin' it, C O double M O to the N"