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I hate gossip
And I don't walk around lookin' for it, you know
But, yesterday It seemed to just wander around 'til it found me
You know like, gossip found me
Then why don't you try proving it
How? You don't know how to prove it
Well, what you just do is (is is)

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop (x lots)

Stop, hatin' on a nigga
That is a weak emotion, the lady of a nigga
And you could get tipped like your waitin' on a nigga
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Put a body bag and an apron on the nigga
I give my all behind the mic
But you could never see, if you sit behind the light
You don't have to pick me to win the title fight
But I'm gone wear that championship belt so tight
And if I'm wrong, there is no right
And if I'm wrong, there is snow white
I'm tryin' to be polite
But you bitches in my hair like the fuckin' po-lice
My flow is rare, these other rappers nice
These other rappers bark, some of 'em even bite
But I'm much more bright, I give the game sight
So before you dim the lights you just might, might, wanna

Think it over (think it over) Oohhh
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Think it over (think it over) Baby

(Stop!)
Stop, analyzin' criticizin'
You should realize what I am and start epidomizin'
Confident, got the heart of the biggest lion
Confident like fuck 'em all, pull out my dick and ride it
My flow sick, so sick, it's like my shit is dyin'
It rains a lot in my city, 'cause my citys cryin'
'Cause my citys dyin'
But I emerge from all of that
I am a livin' pion-eer, sighin', fear god, not them
Steer my Robin Coupe through the streets of the boot
And, soo-woop!
And, then I a leave tub in the boot, I leave a blood bath
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Sorry there's a tub in the boot, now where the drugs at?
Like the strings on a shoe, no nigga fuck that
I'm twisted like the string on a boot
Where New Orleans at?
I feel hip hop stole me like a bus pass
So in your possession, I must ask
Hey, haven't I been good to you? (think it over)
Tell me haven't I been sweet to you?

Drag my name through the mud, I come out clean
Cast away stones, I won't even blink
A gun is not a math problem, I won't even think
Just leave you dead like the mink under my sink
Don't believe in me, don't believe me
I graduated from hungry, and made it to greedy
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My flow is like pasta, take it and eat it
But I'm a need cheese if I'm bakin' a ziti
You niggas want beef, I want a steak and
Uh, we be, lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica where we be
Hard body nigga, takin' it easy
All about my paper, 'bout my paper like Eazy
Why do rappers, lie to rappers, lie to fans
Lot of rappers, lot of rappers lie like actors
Cut the mothafuckin' cameras
Cut the check, fuck your props
I AM hip hop

And I ain't dead. I'm alive


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