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We flipped off cam'

We flipped off cam'
Dre won the toss - I'mma go first
Did you win the toss? f**k it

I used to pre-package drugs when I lived at home with Moms to retail it in the market
Jesus, all my future proceeds sinnin'...used to tell me in the profit (prophet)
And I used to worry about OG intrudin' in my room when...any second, she could walk in
And discover my big secret
So to keep it, I had to scale it in (skeleton) the closet
n***a, on the set, it's gettin' nauseous
For a glimpse of fame, it's a shame
Funny what a...who you could get in your crosshairs wit' just a little aim
Pull your Trump card
Pardon me? If I get detained
The mag'll (MAGA) cap a rapper, he facin' 10: now he Lil Wayne!
n***a, the pistol bang!
I pop n***as in real life
n***a, shootin' is nothin'
I'm huge into sufferin'
I mean, what else is the gun for?
Blunt force trauma, I use it to bludgeon
Pistol-whip you, and it drew a beautiful cut in
Adorable...ain't nothin' as cute as a button!
n***a, I only view you as a muffin!
Cookie-cutter style: real good...in the oven
Couldn't wait to announce this battle outside the shadow so I could kill you in public
And how high I set the bar? Over the hill - you should love it
With the legs of Wilt and a pair of stilts...n***a, ya still couldn't touch it!
I look at Dre out in public like..."Picture of total health"
Wit' ya sober self
The n***a see weed (seaweed) and turn it down for some ocean kelp
What's that 'bout? His TitleMax?
Then I will ask, "How's this supposed to help?"
I won't mention his weight, 'cause anything that hang over is just below the belt
And what's on the shelf? Healthy sh*t
Disrespectin' food
Yes, it's you
Eatin' ain't allowed (a Loud) from a pal, but he rep the crew
(*QP stumbles slightly and repeats the line to get his focus back*)
Buffet filled wit' punches, but see, punches, how I set the mood
Weapon drew, and once this b*t*h pull out, he say (Pilates) I'm stretchin' rules!
I'm guessin' you...husky-ass childhood
Couldn't have been a normal one
Boy, you done
When he was a fetus, he used to drink his actual baby weight in formula
When his parents smashed to f**k and had him young, he was big: deliverin' borin' stuff!
At a sink wit' stickers, it was somethin' I had to inform you of!
n***a...it's normal to survive a series (Survivor Series)
But it's kinda eerie wit' them controllin' your fate
100-pound lighter frame
Besides your name not holdin' its weight
I mean, b*t*h started a League of His Own where he literally went and loaded the base
Where it's "Dre Dennis presents Dre Dennis when he...Opens the Gates"
n***a, you gettin' smoked at this rate!
If I charge ya to take an L, great for 'ville
He get a QP at state in the V-A - wait (weight), it's a payment scale
Seaworld.com, Shamu
URL gon' pay me...well (whale)
Take a hike, I raise the price, and you finna pay per (paper) trail
You got somethin' on your shoulder

If I were to say to yell, I'm on the ground wit' this sh*t
It ain't no reference to Dan
Big bird, on the ground runnin'
"There he is!" Weapon in hand
Offshore, on the beach, where he is catchin' a tan
I stretch (Ostrich) this fruit
Bury (Berry) his head in the SAND!
n***a, that's crazy!

That's stupid - ostrich, fruit, bury - whatever
That's stupid

n***a, you got the legs to withstand to even make it through the day?
Gun talk behind your back
Naw, I'd rather let it say it to ya face
OK, Boom - if you snitch, you won't make it through the case
You talk to police after 12?
(*chk-chk*) You gon' take it to the GRAVE!
Yard, n***a
In that instance, I guess time's forever
Crisis, setup
That's why I mold my squares to be in line for cheddar
It's a few dear you might hear, like when you write a letter
Yeah, yeah, yeah - like when you write a letter
Yeah, yeah...time - whatever
Prep, stay back

Yo...
Smack called me...
Nah, I sent Billz a text, n***a

Get it out the way early

I said I'd kill whoever you give me
He thought I was delusional in the head, n***a
You think I'm high? How High?
Like Meth and Red, n***a?
Well, I got QP for the test, and I'm smokin' the dead n***a
Yeah, n***a...
I ain't come all the way out here for y'all to be mad quiet
Shiiit, y'all don't f**k wit' these bars? Y'all better act like it!
Don't say a turn
This a God talkin' - save your (Savior) words
I move the room like I'm redecoratin'
That's when the tables turn
You say you'll kill the n***a that run the Gates? I ain't concerned
Last time we saw a league owner die was David Stern!
Shirt on my burner!
Wrapped in a...wifebeater: Ike Turner
The knife hurt ya!
That's What It's Made For just like Ursher!
I could chill and be the businessman Dre, or I might murk ya
This sh*t can go either way: vice-versa
First, just...watch what you do
Get shot for the truth
Old DE for lyin' (Lion): Ndamukong Suh
The chopper - doot-doot!
He flyin' high in the sky when it shoot
Let the metal pick up QP like alphabet soup!
You flopped wit' your crew, the S.O.N.S., 'cause envy is what started to hurt ya
Conceited made it on Wild n' Out (OK)
You saw all the commercials (Yeah)
Then you lied and said you wrote the bars in his journal (I did)
Hatin' on Con' verses (Converses) 'cause he was the only star in your circle!
I'm losin' weight right now
I'm losin' weight right now

The S.O.N.S. was livin' out your dream
I mean, Con' made it to SMACK
He was the best from out your team
Then they called up Brixx - you know, he had a lot of schemes
They even called up Heartless, the bars he had was kinda mean
You Charles Barkley: the only S.O.N (Sun) that never got a ring!
So you went and swapped your team, and you birthed Innuendo
Yeah, I heard that you did, ho
Left that squad, turned your back on your brothers
You the worst f**kin' friend, yo
How you swerve on your kinfolk!?
Just like Martin in Life, saw ya DESERT Innuendo! (dessert in ya window)
You wasn't meant to be a-

(*The crowd finally catches the bar and reacts in amazement to it*)

That's easy as pie! Shut up!
I said it's easy as pie - go
Simple math - go

Saw ya desert Innuendo (dessert in ya window)
You wasn't meant to be a boss
You a disloyal b*t*h...wit' more enemies than dogs
Peep the science
If you wasn't on crack, all that sh*t could be resolved
But the drugs f**ked up Physics, so the chemistry was off!
I know, dawg, it hurts
But like Emmett Till, goin' to that white girl'll make it all get worse
URL don't wanna book fiends, so when you called, you heard:
"b*t*h, you wanna get on SMACK? Gotta get off it first!"
It's gon' get worse
You do anything just to get paper (Copy that)
His BackPage said, "If you're a male, it's extra."
sh*t, you even puttin' in labor?
Suckin' d**k for coke!? Faggot ass givin' men favors!?
Thought we wouldn't know, Physics: Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader?!?

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