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fuck with your brain Just fuck with your head Just fuck with your brain Just fuck with your head Just fuck with your brain Just fuck with your head Fuck... with
fuck with your brain Just fuck with your head Just fuck with your brain Just fuck with your head Just fuck with your brain Just fuck with your head Fuck... with your
with us Short Dog and Doc down with us Eric B and Pimp C you know they down with us Black Rob and Eight ball down with us M.J.G. you know he down with
fuck around and get your food ate boy My razor make your face ke-loid Then I throw my drink at you (woo!) just to make that shit burn We make heads turn
to die you'll be all alone so open up your mind, ball up your knuckle bone and start takin care of your own, nigga, Everybody's schemin' with the nature
cut grass Eminem: 'cause We done swam with the sharks Wrestled with alligators Spoke to a generation of angry teenagers Whom if it wasn't for rap To
sound* Let you inhale the glock smell, while I'm rippin your wallet off and slippin a Molotov in your Cocktail (take that) Burnin your contracts, punch your
is hungry and you lookin' like a steak from Nick & Tony's But don't nobody want your jewels 'cause your shit is phony Say word? Your shit is real? Damn, your
patriotic Is Red Bull white vodka mixed with the straight hypnotic? Paper prophets sell the revolution so they make a profit Trust they got it fucked up with your
lifes This rap shit is comin with ME, cause don't nobody know how to share (Fuck a hook.. fuck a hook.. fuck a hook) Chka-chka... ("Get in your mind, get in your
compare with the gangsta mayor, you wet you aint the sprayer, fuck wat ya tv's say, them aint no real D niggaz snitchin on DEA, the topic of your discussion
Ay, it ain't nobody fuckin with us, nobody fuckin with us Who you said was hot again? Ay ay, it ain't nobody fuckin with us, nobody fuckin with us Who
Now put your blocks up, Now put your sets up Fuck that nigga over there cause I think he said something Have to take 'em with a clip out, with the click
your Glock Whether it's drama or not Cause somebody might run up in ya spot, whether you servin or not That's how it go on the block Keep your eyes
don't know about Fatback With the different color records they had back in the days You know what I mean, the belt driven turntables With Technics joints with
chamber, you fuckin' with the Star Spangler To the dawn's early light with this head-banger Boogie, represent this shit fully Like I'm constantly at war with
to rap I'm a vocalist, nigga, supposed to rip Last poet's told me this, hit ya in ya head wit my explosive fist Then I finish ya off with my tremendous
