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you think your a one of a kind but your naked and blind
you exposed your groin to the nation's populace
death row in comes the dope show
you be shooting up the tracks hold in your own in the act
blasting the Ajax boogy down to your socks
kicking it with your hommies but you know they don't respect you
Suckas like you all want to rap but you got to give them a mop
you think it takes a man to make a baby well maybe
　
got a flash from your past going to make it blast
stand up on your feet and beat the beats
I'm true in what I do where as others haven't a single clue
we have to ckeck it in gear don't you fear
rap is where its at all the homeboys are giving me a heart attack
your a studio gangster the image of a prodigy being set free
flash from my past and my fame is getting bigger
getting the news you sing the blues while watching Hill Street Blues
　
shooting hoops in the back of the yard
playing spades getting to far
open a bottle the sip on my forty
cause in effect have you forgotten that we met
loose lips sinks ships take some time to move those hips
shattered dreams flirting through the means onto the extreme
holding my own at the back yard pool as mister cool
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
