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a candle like Mariah, I'm so fire
When I step in the club, get low!, like Flo Rider
Cause I'm a Pimp
You can tell by the limp
When I step aside
trace 
Your girl starin' in my face at seven thousand feet 
Turbo, jets in the cockpit 
You flock with weak kids on the block with 
For protection,
jack-o-latern 
Yo?, I know some kids funny Silly Putty PlayDoh 
They want to step to farms, and build a hay dough 
I drag bodies on down the yellow brick road,
use my brains when I'm ("drivin' round")

Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting at the door
We bout to go ("drivin'
use my brains when I'm ("drivin' round")

Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting at the door
We bout to go ("drivin'
the complete lock and beat stop
Now all the horny heffers wanna dangle on my er
Down by the dungeon with the cracks on the wall
Buffoon I’m like a mink while
it - get off my (brand new) dick

[Verse: Rhymefest]
Now some women hit the mall and some shop at the thrift store
Some of 'em mix and match and make
day
Prepin' the beatin' the mic for a threesome
With my vocal's bi-coastal, speakin' til their eyes totaled
Mr wi-fi, out a franchise go to
Magic,
thunder
Niggas couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial
Systems are fractured by the killer tactics
Style is ragged
the gutter
Watch a nigga full of life-life close like shutters
Godamn stayin healthy is hard as a motherfucker

Fresh off the block G's know my name
and Mike
Driving down Van Dyke
Get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for strangling my boy Jason
Should be taking my
to see me rise


I ain't got no more patience you can see it in my eyes
I'm sick of niggaz keeping me in lies, I hear ya talking

I'm New York nigga I rep
Aiyyo dot dot dot who is it the prime wizard 
Erykah Badu izm smoker vocal chord woof choker 
Now who block is this? (Yo yo yo no no chill chill
it - get off my (brand new) dick

[Verse: Rhymefest]
Now some women hit the mall and some shop at the thrift store
Some of 'em mix and match and make
a Rock'Em Sock'Em robot kid, I drop bombs
I'm rugged and deadly, so I shit on the petty
I baseball bat a bastard, I'm bad news
I'm crazy and clever, cut
thunder
Niggas couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial
Systems are fractured by the killer tactics
Style is ragged
to blow niggas
Tech 9's, carbines, pointin' in your fuckin' faces
Thirty-eight magnum butcher knife man, watch me stab em
Q his kid left there, with
"whack"tose intolerant
"I worked too hard to get my baby ballin' kid!"
Down the fives - had me blue collar poppin' it
Now I'm in the club - and look who I
market
What you think we'll aim for next is the hot target

I'm a sharp shooter lyricist by trade
The terror part improves when they step to the stage
Them
We cop sixty-three nigs
One from every spot, blunts be mystery mix

We got spots, all my niggaz stay in Bricks
While y'all stash clips in bags
"whack"tose intolerant
"I worked too hard to get my baby ballin' kid! "
Down the fives - had me blue collar poppin' it
Now I'm in the club - and look who I
got me thinking 'bout them ill moves 
Every damn kid on the street, they got something to prove 
Push a bullet through my heart, why not? That's a start
down the block kid
Reach in my poc-ket, yo where's my knot, it
Follows me into the spot, compellin
Go check the dread and yes he's herb sellin
thunder
Niggas couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial
Systems are fractured by the killer tactics
Style is ragged
rocks like a fifty cent piece from Terror's twenty
Aimed at your Bentley son
Number one when my shard be blast
Mix with hash, made your heart beat fast