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Come Widdit (Remix)
We went all around the
planet, pitching, and no one hit it I'm the
first batter up Ahmad well then come widdit All around the
planet, pitching, and no one hit it I'm the
first batter up Ahmad well then come widdit Well it's the
Cali MC that caught Foot Lock Cause the
vibe keeps voxed in funk, makes you rock to the
side Gave it all I
had, just to have what I
got Fools trying to be bad, and they mad cause they not Gonna defeat the
rapper who got three ways to sack a
Quarterback, I
slaughter wack MCs with ease These nuts, what you get and a
busted lip What you have when you come at me with buster shit Autographs given, driven so I
musta hit Bought a
Jag, chilling on the
Shore just to dip Get it right, cause I
get it, night in and night out I'm butter, covering up wack MCs like Wite-Out Don't doubt it that they just be okay rappers: overrated Who hate it that a
nigga from the
West blew up and made it And I'd braid it if I
had it but for now I
keep it balded Niggas trying to touch to me better stop before they get scalded I'm hot, like a
skillet and grits, crush you to bits When I
look over the
room, and then lower the
boom, and Think that they can defeat the
man that can't be beat I
do the
breaststroke, clown, while you drown in three feet Beep beep like robots on Buck Rogers plus I
bust 25th century rhymes so you decline To battle any time, had skills since I
was nine Dope lines the
only weapon that I
cock, I
never drop I
stop clones cause biting's never condoned From the
Westside 4th Avenue crew Jones We went all around the
planet, pitching, and no one hit it I'm the
second batter Ras Kass well then come widdit All around the
planet, pitching, and no one hit it I'm the
second... nah forget it My foramen magnum got 357 calibers To bust a
sucker's melon like Gallagher Body chemistry consists of Hennessey, toxic melanin With an adamantium skeleton like Wolverine Child, my heart pumps kerosene Son, I
spit butane, burn any bastard you name till I
die And even when I'm maggots, I'mma still be fly Perpetrator, you're not the
one Your name's not Anfernee Hardaway I'm like a
wolf with blood dripping down the
fangs My techniques foul enough to shoot the
flagrant technical I
be coming off the
head rougher then ribbed tip receptacles Expect the
exceptional syllables to be the
next man's umbilical cord Catch distortion, Ras cancels kids like abortions Sending niggas to hip hop hell, ock Eternal damnation through writers block I
rock over the
results of Reeboks and sands Stand I'll, forget a
live band, just my mouth and hand And even man wasn't prehensile I'd still find a
way to grip mikes, hold my tip when I
piss And pick off pubic lice Cause see, I
always been nice but first brothers slept Now I've come back twice like Christ to resurrect the
West Check We went all around the
planet, pitching, and no one hit it I'm the
third batter up, Saafir well then come widdit All around the
planet, pitching, and no one hit it I'm the
third batter Saafir well then come widdit Some spit it, but my saliva is liver Spit stenches drenches been intricated, flow braggarts Act cynic thyroid thermia hypodermic How I
earn it squeezing juices, one-hundred Percent concentrated on easing nooses around the
necks Of tricks, probably won't get this Thick body, hottie carberuator I'm the
un-priggish well cat led bredded-well ill verse my Will is ho gung for the
fortune Can spell hearse with the
same Addams Family apple grapple hook Crooked, flier I
fly crooked For the
crew, Hobo Junction, in a
few I'll plan Father soldier and when they're older, I'll teach them of Killings of confidence and to be omnipotent with content Accomplishment for gladiation I'm done With training of explaining as the
crates in plan B
Plan the
attack, instructs me to hit the
yak I'm here, on purpose The
Nomadic, addict, merchant We went all around the
planet, pitching, and no one hit it Well then come widdit All around the
planet, pitching, and no one hit it Well then come widdit
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