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Now let's get down to business, [bad word] 'Cause it seems like y'all just keep on tryin' to diss this [bad word] that you know that's been down for years I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers One two three four five six seven nine, ten, Eiht you can't win 'Cause all the way around [bad word] I gets respect And youse a [bad word] that can't even get no props in your set Tragniew Park you say huh Wanna be rippin', but now it's time to do some set trippin' So listen close, 'cause I don't want y'all to miss That I'm bout to break it down for this [bad word] check it Acacia, Poplar Maple [bad word] Cedar Elm West side trees sprayin' all the fleas that's from the three and four hundred block P-Funk riders So niggaz watch yo' a*s at that center divider Now Aaron Tyler, tell my why you seem so tame When I caught you at the airport, shakin' like a [bad word] game You looked up and you seen my [bad word] And you looked like your [bad word] a*s was 'bout to [bad word] But all I wanted to do was kick a little conversation And see if we can fix this little situation But would I f**k you up was what you wondered Yeah, that's probably why you changed your little pager number But [bad word] like you don't grow You can't even look me in my eye, let alone go toe to toe And callin' me skinny, youse a clown I'ma call you Theo, 'cause you weigh ninety-two point three pounds Wack a*s actor, movie script killer Fool don't you know, Quik is still the [bad [bad word] psycho, boy you oughta quit Your records don't hit, and [bad word] don't jock your [bad word] You need to stay down [bad word] clown And get off of the nuts of the niggaz with guts Because I'm down with the Trees, I'm down with Death Row I'm down with Black Tone, and I'm down with the fo' So when we cross paths and I hope that's soon I'ma boot your motherf**kin' a*s to the moon You need to quit bangin' under false pretense 'Cause if don't make dollars, it don't make sense If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense So don't kill game, let the [bad word] If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense So don't kill game, let the [bad word] If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense So don't kill game, let the [bad word] If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince Now I'ma swing it to the right and, right into the left hand Take a deep breath and, cook it like a chef and This is dedicated to the C-P-T No better yet T-T-P, or the niggaz that look up to me I make it my business, to be that [bad word] forever And whenever I [bad word] clever well that's my endeavor So whether or not you understand, that there's only one DJ Q-U-I-K With no still you can't be me Because I'm floatin' in my Lex and, depositin' fat checks and Gettin mad while I floss the NSX and Doin' what I wanna, and youse a goner [bad word] For thinkin that you can catch me slippin' on a street corner [bad word] s in the house, and Quik is in the hood Sippin' yak with all my niggaz 'cause it's tooted good So don't knock it till you try it, 'cause Eiht he tried to knock it But he's still walkin' round with my nuts in his pocket So put tha P in it represent and sip that Miller And for those of y'all concerned, this is still Eiht Killa Let me take a load off my [bad word] little pest If it don't make dollars [bad word] you know the rest If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense So don't kill game, let the [bad word] If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense So don't kill game, let the [bad word] If