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McGruff - What Part of the Game lyrics
[Panama P.I.] I'm the greatest rapper in the world, you who tryin to kid man I will slam dunk on your big man Been rappin for years, crackin them bears, the sound of platinum chairs Predict future cash and it's near, my speech is dittly I bust shots until the heat gets heavy Fuck bitches until the sheets get sweaty Beats and melodies, will make me blink I'll pull my shank out, and give a warrior's cry If you ain't down wit my crew, all you die You can tell I'm real, by lookin in the ball of my eye I will get some cream from it, one day, your baby and my baby Can my some dough on Teem Summit Countin the loot, fountain the youth, the young God Here's the inside thug, like a Marmashad Some wanna have emotions and kill me Put the toast to my kidney, when I speak most of them feel me So, keep my name off ya breath 'Fore my nigga Gruff take the chain off ya chest All guaranteeing, blaow, take the brain off ya neck Off the top of the dough, one shot and you'll blow Fuckin wit Panama P.I., guarantee I'll take ya outta ya zone [Cam'Ron] Aiyo me and my nigga Hais, ride, lay loose Case ya try to play Zeus, got the tray deuce Hidin right inside the bubble, face goose Not to quickly to make to make news I'ma ace deuce, caught cases, I got Gotti and O.J. juice And my crew, you're very stackless, very cock now Phase of every Rocky, turn your caviar ass into, um Chicken teriyaki, Spanish nigga try to front on me I say papi Rocky, wish he would of shot me Cuz I don't care if he frail or cock D. When I got the glock, B, can't stop me And no judicial system could affix me, try to lock me Over papes on mine, Mr. D.A., someone to lace ya dime And tell P.H. that the ca |
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