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You not setting the bar high You just twisting the lines up Confusing me as a warning Got me ready to load this clip up Ready to blow your head back Finger you off with the climax It's dangerous the hand work Give you the itch to crawl back To where you came from heavy Laying low back in the Chevy Unusual for you to stand high That Uncle Tom chasing Jerry It comes together now Folks from the underground Ready to rock somebody top Head left alone without a crown See this is how it goes When we haven't been exposed Like the obvious Rudolph *itching about his red nose While it flows through the snow Body stuck in the cold Final options at the bottom When the doctor says wiggle yo toes So you know That you rather left dead or alive Wanted for murder got you cooked up On the first day when the product arrives By all means I'm a dope fiend for this It's February so the black Queens Better hold crowns on they clitoris Cause no man should get the prize Even with him being circumsize Or when that 10 inch Don't commonly fit the shoe size I mean why question my opinion Don't be flicking fingers Unless you ready to throw down With some recognition This knowledge here Comes up from the bottom A Norfolk kid lives anxiously high Like them folks around Harlem So if you ask me What's going to happen tomorrow The future holds your shoulders So might as well put on that armor Or lift up that baggage With a smile and say look I'm doing it Momma