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I can't take it no more. * you niggas. * you bitches. * this rap *. Nigga don't ask me for *. I'm sick of all the cameras. * all you scavengers. Punk ass record labels
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trippin nia. Chorus. WC. Big beans or big wings or big screens. Befo' y'all stands a ghetto nigga with big dreams. I throw the dice, close my eyes and rich roll 'em. Take my handkerchief and fold 'em
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back. It's explicit when I gets it baby all night long. Knock your head against the bead till the insides gone Give you big long wood, beat it real good. I ain't your man, I ain't Stan, but I wish I
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out of sight No need to panic, I tell myself. But I've never felt this feeling with anybody else. So, this is the big one. I'm falling in love, oh yeah Now it's beat, beat, beat. My heart's sending
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windows were tinted, and we couldn't get a look". (Why?) There was smoke from the rubber he cooked. The big payback No Rome-et-oh, or Juliette romance story. Just EPMD, the fame and the glory. The
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Hey, big brother, as soon as you arrive. You better get in touch with the people, big brother. Better get them on your side, big brother. And keep them satisfied Welcome to the beat of the city
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. C'mon now. Can you dig it?. Uhh, c'mon now. Come come now. C'mon now. Can you dig it?. . Mc Serch. I come from no rock, so open up your lids. All up and down your spine I'll send the shivs
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WC Ooh-OOOOOHHHHHH!. E-40 BEYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTCH! Huh-ha, hah!. WC Dub Cya, nya!. E-40 Uhhhh, hah!. WC Fonzarelli, what's crackin loc?. E-40 Whassupish weebelations?. WC $hort Dawg, we all
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better days. Ron Banks. Might sound strange, but I just can't run away. I can't run, run, it might sound strange. but I just can't run away. I can't run, no, run away. WC. Touch a meal ticket, shake
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*car speeds off*. Verse One WC. *police sirens throughout song*. Last man standin', I'm shot. But I can't fear bleedin'. My nigga's face down, stretched out, no longer breathin'. I'm speedin
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. I'll be your soldier, fighting every second of the day for your dreams girl. I'll be your whole world. You can be my Destiny's Child on the scene girl. So don't stress, don't cry, we don't need no wings
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you too you can. Outro. Expect no sympathy from me, I'm an mc. This is how I'm supposed to be. Cold as a G, my hearts frozen it don't even beat. So expect no apologies. Expect no sympathy from me, I'm
