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Calculate my every step, I'm a mathematician
Make them pigeons disappear, I'm a damn magician (yeah)
A .40 cal, rubber bands, and a shoebox (jeah)
Run
gon' grab it (geah)
And dip to the Cal
And if you love rapping the West scream loud (West Side!)
Unload the barrels and start to chuckle
Take it from
the minute you came by
So stay in your lane and get wet by the rain

[Chorus]
You wanna step up get, your ass touched
You wanna rap, son, get your ass
Everyone in Nacodoches
Knew Tom Ames would come to a bad end
'Cause the sheriff caught him
Stealin' chickens and such by the time he was ten
I switch
To some fly shit, like some silk suits by Paul Smith
And purchase some kicks by Kenneth Cole
Cop a Hilfiger, or Polo goose, for when it's
Everyone in Nacadoches knew Tom Ame's would come to some bad end 
Well the sheriff had caught him stealin' chickens and such 
By the time that he
and a shoebox (jeah)
Run through a hundred grand watching Matlock (ay)
Got it by the truckload, like the bread people (jeah)
I got a Sixth Sense, I stack dead
the fire die by the flame
Happy I'm gone knowin' my son's gonna be the same
As his dough-diggy dog that
Who put his feelings on a pamphlet
A pen unleash
the fire die by the flame
Happy I'm gone knowin' my son's gonna be the same
As his dough-diggy dog that
Who put his feelings on a pamphlet
A pen unleash
Johnny got up one mornin' he went down to the company store
Got him a big box of bullets to fit into his 44
The storeman said son are you gonna
this"
'Til Run DMC blew my brains to bits

From leather coats to shell toes to the Stan smiths, to Dapper Dan kicks
First million-dollar deal ever in
You're the son of that Indian scum
If you value your hide then you better abide 
By the white man's rules here in Cherokee Bend. 

Daddy didn't like
[Erick Sermon]
Oh what the heck, let's get married and have a son named Erick
No big deal, no sweat
I was in for a big surprise
And when I saw
the minute you came by
So stay in your lane and get wet by the rain!

You wanna step up, get your ass touched!
You wanna rap son, get your ass buff!
Try
the minute you came by
So stay in your lane and get wet by the rain!

You wanna step up, get your ass touched!
You wanna rap son, get your ass buff!
Try
without a gun snatch his piece then run
This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon catch me son?

[Madd Rapper](Chorus) 2x
This ain't serious
Being broke
many rhymes you got 
I will go for more milleniums than mazda's got on the car lot 
And there's no where to run ta when I confront ya 
Nigga I call
the drop son
3rd the king of cloverland, Slim thug is the boss son
Paul Wall made me the hardest grill I done bought for
For a 100 K ,a 100 carat Paul
sat in a game at the Miner's Saloon soon I had doubled my stake
The cards run like they'd been dealt by Lady Luck they were just sealin' my fate
A young
And get these papers run some capers while they catch the vapors
Yeah son, don't got no time for no chicken trickin
Its the lyrical addiction
'Cause me
Impaled on one of its many legs,
A bug-eyed Mary gapes on in horror
As her only son is chewed to bits
By spiderchrist... She is flecked with gore.
Smith, come get some!


When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows
tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed 
(yeah, word up)
Smith, come get some!

When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows
Tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed (yeah, word up)
The symbol
The remix, add on son
Politic for the real ones)

We get knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriotts
Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops
The rich
Johnny got up one morning; he went down to the company store 
Got him a big box of bullets to fit into his .44 
The store man said, "Son, are you