调：B minor•
Verse 1
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Takin' it from the top? (Top)
Tippy? (tippy)
Come on, my people
Sing it, daddy
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Hey (ooh-wee)
We rock
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Ha (ah), ha ha
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Ha ha (aha)
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Taking my mind where it's nev
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er gone before
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And so like a mushroom in cow shit
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And I'm taking it just to get
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the ultimate high, baby
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The ultimate high, ohh
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Excuse
Verse 2
me as I kiss the sky
Sing a song of sixpence,
a pocket full a rye
Who the fuck wanna die for their culture?
Stalk the dead body like a vulture,
Ticalion, hmm
Blacker than your blackest stallion
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Hit your housing projects
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I represent yo' Shaolin, my nigga
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Now yes, Apocalypse now, the gun pow
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It be going down,
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diggy diggy down, diggy down down
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While the planets
Verse 3
and the stars
and the moons collapse
When I raise my trigger finger all
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y'all niggas hit the deck
'Cause ain't no need for that,
hustlers and hardcore
Raw to the floor, raw like Reservoir Dogs
The Green-Eyed Bandit
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Bandit can't stand it
With more fruitier loops than that
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Tou can Sam bitch
Plus the Bombazee got me wide
Fucking with us
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Is a straight sui cide
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Ten,
Verse 4
nine, eight, seven, six, five, four
Three, two,
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murder one lyric at your door
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Tical bring it to that ass raw
Breaking all the rules like glass jaws
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Nigga, you got to get mines to
get yours
Fucka, we don't need no rap tour
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I'd rather kick the facts and catch
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you with the rap-ture
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More More than you bargained for
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Tical, I stays open like an all night
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store (yeah, yeah, ah)
For real I keeps it ill like
a piece of blue steel
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Pointed at your temple
with the intent to kill
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And end your existence, M-E-T
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Ain't Ain't Ain't no use
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for resistance, H-O-D
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I I I bees the ultimate
Verse 5
rush
to any nigga on dust
The Egyptian Musk used
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to have me pull mad sluts
I shift like a clutch with the Ruck
Examine my nuts,
I don't stop 'til I get enough
Your shit broke down, light your flare
Since the dark side tears you
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into Hollywood Squares
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Six million ways to die, so I chose
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Made it six million and one with your
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eyes closed
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The blindfold cold,
so you can feel the wrath
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And shatter the glass and second
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half on your funky ass
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And, yo, my man (Tical) hit me now
Bitches used to play me now they
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can't forget me now
They get me mad, I rock the spot,
check Glock
Empty off a licking off a hip-hop
Fuck Fuck the Billboard,
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I'm a bullet on my block
How you dope when you paid
for your Billboard spot?
Verse 6
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Look up in the sky,
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it's a bird, it's a plane
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It's the Funk Doctor Spot
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smoking buddha on a train
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How high? So high that I can kiss the sky
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How sick? So sick that you can
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suck my dick (uh)
Look up in the sky it's a bird
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it's a plane
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Recognize Johnny Blaze,
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ain't a damn thing changed
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C
How high? So high that I can kiss the sky
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How sick? So sick that
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you can suck my dick
Verse 7
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'Til my man Raider Ruckus come home
It ain't really on 'til the Ruckus get,
home
Puff a meth bone,
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now I'm off to the red zone
We don't need your dirt weed,
we got our fucking own
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Check it, I wreaks havoc with my hectic
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Bring the Pain lyrics,
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screaming for the antiseptic
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Moving on your left,
kid, and I'm Method
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Out my fucking dome piece,
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plus I got no love for the beast
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Hailing from the big East Coast,
where niggas pack toast
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Home of the drug
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kingpins and cut throats
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Hey boy,
Verse 8
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you the rude boy on the block
You try to stop the bum rush,
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you will get popped
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As
Verse 9
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I run a mile with a racist
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My style was born in the
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pissy staircases
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Dig it, F a rap critic
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He talk about it while I live it
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If Red got the blunt,
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I'm the second one to hit it
Verse 10
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Look up in the, I got the verbs,
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nouns and Glocks in ya
Enter the center,
lyrics bang like Ricochet Rabbit
I brings havoc with an AK 'matic, rolling
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blunts an all day habit
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I get it on like Smith & Wes', who
clique's the best?
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Punks take a sip and test,
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who splits your vest?
The funk phenomenon,
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I'm bombing you like Lebanon (blow canal)
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Blow canals of Panama just
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off stamina
Style's not to be fucked
with or played with
Fuck them pretty hoes,
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I love those Sec tion 8 Bitches
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Hitting switches, twisting wigs with
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Fat radical mathematical type scriptures
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I dig up in your planets like
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Diga', boo
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Scared you, blew you to smithereens
Fuck the Marines, I got machines
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That like to spit and read Mad Magazine
I fly more heads than Continental
Wreck ya five times like U.S.
Air off an instrumental
Look I'm not a half way
crook with bad looks
But I may murder your case like
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your name was Cal Brooks
I breaks 'em off proper
Ask Biggie Smalls who shot ya
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Funk Doc tor with the
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12-gauge Mossberg
Look I got the tools like Rickle
To make your mind tickle (yo, Red)
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