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This NorthCoast ballin’ isn’t hard
That’s coming straight from my soul
Pay attention, I’m painting pictures
With this mike that I hold.
It’s about platinum playa credit
Full of fortune, forget fame
My words are sold and never told.
So charge it straight to the game.
Now the secret lies within the choice
Of words that I use
You speak nothing but fiction
I spit nothing but truths
I’m quick to pull your punk card
And leave you singing the blues
You’re just a hater who wants to fight me
Like the Muslims do Jews.
RDB2 put me down
And got me straight on this game
He said they’ll hate you for your style
And talk down on your name.
They want to rise a little higher
Stacking paper like another
Cause everybody hates
Some fly brothaz.

All I do is think about this game, baby.
And watch haters like you float away.
I stay true to this C#/C++ game, baby.
And watch haters like you float away.

We’re just some fly young brothaz
Out here trying to make a dollar
But for some, they way we live our lives
Is hard to swallow.
Hailing from Cleveland ain’t always
What you think it be.
9 times out of 10
Brothaz like me.
Playaz, hated like the worst super-villain
The Black Lex Luther, genius words we are feeling
Smoking bustaz, running them down
Like Smokey the Bear is trucking
Cause with this mike and these lines
We will be the best thing since… well.
We’re breathing in life
And exhaling this game
And if you can’t stand us
Well, we’ll feel the same about you.
Tell me what you’re gonna do
When we get the people screaming
“WHOOO-YAAA!”
Like Busta Rhymes do, mind you.
Take your top speed
And we’ll be 10 times faster
Answer: conservative blacks
Question: Who’re the masters?
We’re handing out family ass-whippings
Single-handed
While being Super Fly like Ron O’Neal
And you haterz can’t stand it.

Kweisi Mfume and Je$$e Jackson
Are chasing after conservative blacks like me
Cause we get the people saying, “Ugggnnn!”
Just like Master P
Tying bustaz like you to train tracks
Like Dick Dastardly
Now no one’s gonna want to touch this mike
After me
We keep ‘em flipping out like Dominique Dawes
With no draws
Laying out this game pimp-tight
With no flaws
The people want more,
Saying, “Please, please please!”
Now our words have ‘em screaming
“Hercules! Hercules!”
Giving you haterz all excuses
But we have a thousand uses
Cause we give ‘em what they need
To keep their juices flowing
Haterz like you holding PhD’s and it’s showing
Ahead of our time with these rhymes
But you bustaz are not knowing
GAME RECOGNIZES GAME
So you can’t see us in this
You’re just the ass of the class
We’re at the top of the list
Giving them that top-shelf potion
And we know that they want it
It’s like our jimmies are the planet
Now where are YOU on it?

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