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[Strick]
Yeah, big Strick, let`s get it on... Yo, last night I had a nightmare that I was wack Nope, I`m sorry, it`s that you said something dope Fuck it, it don`t matter, `cause I know shit ain`t really like that `Cause if you said something dope, I know somebody else probably had to write that You on the wrong song an` I`m on the right track I hit the cypher, and you bounce talkin` `bout "Strick, I`ll be right back!" What the fuck you comin` back for? I pulled up to the front of the club and hurried and scurried up out the back door Just in time `fore your ass got a cracked jaw Made `cause I stack more, and what the Lakers sign Shaq for? Incredible rhymer, what the hell am I sell crack for? I`m real, you a ac-tor, I`m hot, you just not a fac-tor You on some bound to do, I`m on some already done shit I`ll burn you with the same light you just lit up your blunt wit` And I don`t came wit` the style you probably `bout to come wit` You the opposite of smart faeces, get it? Dumb shit Couldn`t give a fuck who you run wit` Or them niggas you `bout to go get Matter of fact, go get `em, you`ll just be layin` on the floor wit` `em Lookin` up at me talkin` `bout: "Why you let the fo-fo hit `em? I really don`t know these niggas, I just did a show wit` `em Went back to the telly and I hit a couple of hoes wit` em Met `em at the studio an` just spit a couple of flows wit` `em Bought a bag of dro and just sat back and got high wit` `em" Oh yeah, that`s good to know, now you `bout to die wit` `em Head straight to the pearly gate, say hi to the big guy wit` `em Or take it to that other level, down with the devil and fly wit` `em Grumble and groan, piss and moan, boo-hoo and cry wit` `em Atleast go home and tell his momma bye bye wit` `em (bye, momma) `Cause duke, I`m the hottest nigga on earth right now And bust my gun in nine months `bout to give birth right now Run all up in a nigga hood and take his turf right now Nothing`s what your life is worth right now I`ve been in shit for too long, it`s about time I burst A & R`s ready to quit `cause they ain`t find me first Record labels ready to shut down `cause they ain`t sign me first So let me stop right now `cause I know y`all niggas be dieing to be writing my verse [Chorus: Young Zee] If y`all don`t know how we get sent on From twelve at night to the cracks o` dawn Got girls in the back takin` off they thongs Then feelin` that something`s wrong! If y`all don`t know how we get sent on From twelve a.m. to the early morn` If you seen them things then blow ya horn `Cause if ya not there`s something wrong! [Masta Ace] I came outta rap training camp as a reigning champ An` lay motherfuckers down just like the pain of a cramp I won`t stop `til I see my name and my face on a stamp And y`all still won`t be able to stick me or fuck wit` me I`m `bout to leave my mark on this game like a buck fifty Took shots but I duck swiftly, you just missed me Fuck Alice, ????, Norton and fuck Trixie I`ma fuck like it`s my honeymoon `til I touch sixty You ain`t a thug so don`t try to get tough with me If you think about tryna hit me, you`ll get snuffed quickly Deep down, hate Bobby Brown, but love Whitney At times I wish it was O.J and the glove fit me Then I wouldn`t have to hear none of you wack niggas Talk about how your crew`s rich and you stack figures In my hand`s a chrome gun with a black trigger I know you think your shit`s big, but I pack bigger Just ask your wife, `cause I blasted her pipes If I tell Strick to pass me a knife would you ask for your life? You`s a pussy, I can tell by your song Homo/thug rapper, I can tell by your thong Got sugar in your tank, you probably shit syrup The world`s about to see what it is when I hit Europe And when I come back on for my birthday I`ma do another video, too explicit to play [Chorus] [Young Zee] Ace, Zee, yo Strick, Bricks, Zee, Outsidaz, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... Niggas fear me like the fear of Aids I take out pretty boys wearin` shades Or thug niggas with they hair in braides Then fuck yo` girl through that thing she wearing Get her pregnant to leave that bitch a single parent Got mad cars, you probably apin` in a Jaguar Drunk at Justin`s, while you hang out at a fag bar Scared at jail, but at home you tryna rob When you got inside you got sodomized by a lotta guys Girls pile up in Young Zee room I fucked the wives of about twenty ?brooms? on they honeymoons We had a check sellin` bottles of rock An` so much dope came we re-modelled the spot That`s why y`all cats spittin` ?????????? See you grinnin` when I stop and the rims keep spinnin` Fuck with Zee I`ll bash ya face I`ll fucks wit` {*scratches*} Masta Ace, bitch
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