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Well, it's the dip monk [bad word]  execute parachute [bad word]  this Gipp man, lovin' that orange brother
Make you stay up all night, make ya eyes puffy
Eyes wide like the back wheel of a Huffy

Could never be ya cousin brother, rather be a relative
In ya [bad word]  seat-painted we could settle it
DF the Family, below they still sellin' it
Knickerbocker socker on the weekend type fella

Black crow nest don't buck back
Love jokes, getcha [bad word] jacked, put the bullets in his [bad word] [bad word]  for the Excaliber hit
That [bad word]  who the next gon' dip with this?

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In the middle of the ghetto, the rhythm of the rebel takin' over
Country clubs and verbals, you'll try to censor it and stop it
But we still won't settle, Pinnochio and Gepetto
They tellin' lies to my fellow Americans

Besides the heroines and heros, dope fiends and zeros
The Dungeon Family steady jammin' as the beat goes
We more familiar that the dirty ain't no equal
My name is B-I-and I keep me two of street hoes

White Gutz, white wall tires, and white paint
With so much love why do we need hate?
'Cuz everybody plate ain't full, we got some empty plates
Gotta grind till they give you yo' shine, you shake and bake like

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Even when a be bustin', ice-cold [bad word] 
Ladies be touchin' and the club [bad word] 
For the stage, [bad word] see a second page in this chapter
T-Mo bustin' bullets 'cuz I'm more than just a rapper

Slash actor and producer on the news sir
Pimp or breeder, strong house leader
The game get deeper, sweeper, Yamaha creeper
DF each a rider, like a wood driver
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With 'em on the court I'm hittin' jumpers outside-a
Southwest rider, deep like a diver
Rich like Pryor
Ain't no higher

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 [bad word] wit' it
I'm your words from your heart beat skip
Hit me, I'm workin' off my hip
And I keep a box of extra clips 'cuz haterism is a trip

And [bad word] out the blue like a Crip
And believe me asses'll get whipped
Georgia's biggest mess
My new born gon' drink milk from his momma's breast

Fielders of this stress
It was the music that took you
Put you in a pot and cooked you
If this was [bad word]  I'd cook you

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It's so gritty
Mayside gladiator, blue and gold raider
Southwest Alumini dwellin' in Decatur
Skin ya like a gator, bust yo' head like a baked potato

I can't stand on purpose tellin' you didn't know yo' poppa
Now I hate her, so "Kiss t