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Guilty Simpson & Apollo Brown
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One Man
Yo Mo'fucka (One man) I don't need a big mob of mothafuckas, I'm (one man) Y'all can't fuck with us Dice game Yeah (One man) Yeah, (One man) Yo, okay
This might be the last time It might be the last rhyme They might blast nines They might hit me They might get me I might have that with me I might get them with that fifty They might frisk me I might be clean I might not be Yeah that's iffy 'Cuz I might'a heard you drop Someone called the cops So that fifty I might'a had's history Might need whiskey I might need Henny I'm longer in the tooth But I'm deadly as any I'm mighty Yeah, I heard you rappers don't like me But, I bet a grand won't fight me Yeah, I might black out, pull a Mac out Clap out, Swiss cheese your lil' trap house flat out Yeah, these rappers get too much hype So I lash out and strike, with superhuman might Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
I'm (one man), yeah, I don't need a squad Ask around, they say 'He's a problem' Just (one man) with the heart of ten Bring 'em all, I'll spark 'em in, I'm Just (one man) at a time I'm checkin' your whole squad for gettin' out of line mothafucka I'm (one man), that's me And all I need to make 'em bleed and suffer
I gave Ode To The Ghetto, Stray Bullets OJ, Random Axe and The Mission Fuck that Show me where the money at All I care about is the hundred stacks Fuck that Yeah, a lot of y'all fake So stay out my face I don't trust, so I treat 'em all like snakes I don't duck and tiptoe around the place The foes buck, and turn you to a pile of steaks Why I relate, similar backgrounds You don't back down You lay that Mac down And milk cash cows My whole file's at stake I turn nothin' to a pile of papes Somethin' for you fakes Eyes full of hate With a smile on your face Claimin' that you helped the name, shut the fuck up I'm self-contained, mothafucka
That's that realness Dice game
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