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Negus feat. MF Doom & Ike Eyez
Sean Price
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Stupid nigga Sean, super nigga arm
Pop, I'm shooting at your moms
I ain't right in the head
I aim right for your head
Nigga, murder, death, kill, sex, money, mayhem
Morning murder with a weapon, stepping to the A.M
Believe in me, pah, the same way you believe in your God
Whether it's Allah, Jesus, or Master Fard
I mastered the bars, bastard ratchets splatter your car
Vehicular homicide, fuck's the matter with y'all?
I will pop your noodle
If I don't do it, then Rock will shoot you
One smack and you look bad
Backpack rapper, strapped with crack in my bookbag
I'm a nigga, that's what niggas do now
Wouldn't you like to be a nigga just like who? P
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Yo, ghetto rock stars, guns, no guitars
Throw some blow on the table, bitches dancing on the bar
Nefertiti on the cable, piff coming out my pores
Bread for the sniff got you twitching at the jaws
Went from dodging D's to the Florida Keys
Secrets keep me from sleeping, I need more sour D's
Fine tapestry at the gala in Napa
Sally had a one-track mind to be the queen of a trapper
Fuck rap, I tuck packs in my briefs
That wack shit go against my beliefs
LT on the LP, iron on the mic
Who the fuck is eye-guys? Nigga, fuck you likewise
I ain't shit, my daddy wasn't either
My mama told me different, but I never really believed her
We just wanted to be B-boys, the ABC's of being a D-boy
In Bucktown, if you down with Ruck, you Ruck down
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Pacarajo, cantazo
Ville, you know the drill, mad drill, then gargajo
Shoot the loogie, his super bougie
Glob smack dab, right cheekbone gooey
Groovy, cool, absolutely yucky
You're out your league, buddy
Before you take a stab at it, think deep and study
Or get your crown spun around like Black Hawk Down
Surrounded by them natives, leaking hatred to the ground and town
Then freak show, never no beef though
Deep throat, they hold deep throat
Back and forth, then whoosh, free throw
Feel the tension, prepare the trench and henchmen
They all eat quite well, vacations, pensions
-Burp- God and horse, I'm yelling fore! on the golf course
Screamed "Broke 'em!" and sped off in a dropped Porsche
DOOM on your hot sauce, take you out to deep water
Group hug, ayy, who know the next time you'll see your daughter?
Real slaughter
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