Yeah
 To all the real hardcore motherfuckers
 Soft motherfuckers
 With the bitches that don't give a fuck!
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 Now who wanna diss to get they reps a little _bigger_
 How many bitches wanna fuck this _yellow nigga_
 You get your whole crew cut like a scissor
 Watch this world shake from the album I deliver
 Verse One:
 I threw a Brownstone at Brandy now she's Changing Faces
 Standing in my Aaron Hall I'm Blackstreet packin suitcases
 Goin back to Indiana, on the Subway
 Soul For Real, missjones is my usher in church on Sundays
 Clear the runways, cause I'ma make you rappers my examples
 Avoiding battling me like I'm Eazy-E's blood samples
 It's me and Carey, nah never wrote no rhyme that's ordinary
 Won't throw my life away on coke like Darryl Strawberry
 Removing you skeletal system playing your ribs like xylophones
 I'm nastier, leave you scraped and ashier than Larry Holmes
 But ladies I ain't always violent
 You could pump pump until the dawn, like Adina Howard
 Can't You See, I'm Notorious as Total get
 Uptown Girls in bed, like Billy Joel do
 Laverne and Shirle, give us any room we'll break it
 Remember you was wack remember Ice Cube had a jheri curl
 BAMMMMM!!!! Dead on your car horn chump
 My beat get messy as abortion on the ninth month
 Now who be that, slap, did iiii do that?
 Now Whoopi Goldberg goes Steve Urkel
 but I'll leave your grill The Color Purple
 Give you a Dogg Pound, could even Dru Down
 Provoke me album is weak your whole shit sound like karaoke
 Conversation, loss of limbs amputation
 Head meaning decapitation rough like Craig Mack derm abrasion
 Evil tendency, strong like Miles Davis heroin dependency
 Fuckin up lives like teenage pregnancy
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 Verse Two:
 Them clowns like Will Smith got fast cars and fancy homes
 But I'm headstrong, I could even break Puffy Combs
 Some kids still doubtin and they girlfriend stalkin keep it real
 We'll cross that bridge when we come to that Anita Hill
 Now ever _assed_, will never _last_, with no ghetto _pass_
 Leave you breathing hard like bitches at Lemans _class_
 Niggaz are slippin when they sippin gin and tonic
 smokin chronic Jersey niggaz packin more handguns than Harry Connick
 My style is welfare, half of you bitches is on it!!
 Was born with a halo, when broke, I had to pawn it
 I stir up controversy and sell I'm like Sister Souljah
 So bring out bum-ass Russell Simmons cuz comedy's over
 The Lucci I'm worth is enough to deficit a nation
 With media coverage like a hostage situation
 (yeah and if you lovin them hoes you betta bounce back)
 Tryin to make that bitch your wife she fucked
 the whole New Jersey Drive (soundtrack)
 High like Stone Temple Pilots, Pearl Jams on tour
 Rrrraahahrra rrrarhraarah I rips it like a chainsaw
 Dig deep as truth go ahead and shoot your Karl Kani suit
 in shock absorbing tired and I'm wide like a police informant
 Pray with one eye open, shootin more Led than Zeppelin
 Dysfunctional like the Jackson's, death is my obsession
 You comin through with thirty cowards think you causin fear
 Rush lookin bust in your boosted Donna Karan gear
 Now fuck the po-po, beats down the five-oh
 Been there, done that, do it again tomorrow nigga
 Sometimes I vibe inside a spot where nobody else knows me
 Until I come hot steppin like Ini Kamoze
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