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I
got a
bone to pick
I
don't want
you
monkey-mouth
motherfuckers
Sitting
in my
throne
again
Ay,
ay,
what's happening
K,
dot
back
in
the
hood,
nigga
I'm
mad
But
I
ain't stressing
True friends
One
question
Bitch,
where you
when
I was walking
Now
I
run
the game
got the
whole
world
talking
King
Kunta
Everybody
wanna
cut the legs off
him
Kunta
Black
man
taking
no losses
Bitch,
where you
when
I was walking
Now
I
run
the game
got the
whole
world
talking
King
Kunta
Everybody
wanna
cut the legs off
him
When
you got
the
yams
The yam
is
the power
that be
You can
smell
it
when I'm
walking down
the street
Yes
we
can,
yes
we can
I can
dig
rapping
But
a rapper
with
a ghost writer
What the fuck
happened
I swore
I
wouldn't tell
But
most of
you
all sharing
bars
Like
you got
the bottom bunk
in
a
two man cell
A
two man cell
Something's
in the water
And
if
I
gotta
brown nose
for some
gold
Then
I'd
rather be
a bum
than
a motherfucking baller
Bitch,
where you
when
I was walking
Now
I
run
the game
got the
whole
world
talking
Everybody
wanna
cut the legs off
him
Black
man
taking
no losses
Bitch,
where you
when
I was walking
Now
I
run
the game
got the
whole
world
talking
Everybody
wanna
cut the legs off
him
When
you got
the
yams
The yam
brought
it
out of
Richard
Pryor
Manipulated
Bill Clinton
with
desires
Twenty-four seven
three sixty-five
days
times two
I was
contemplating
getting on stage
Just
to go back
to the hood
see
my enemy
and
say
Bitch,
where you
when
I was walking
Now
I
run
the game
got the
whole
world
talking
Everybody
wanna
cut the legs off
him
King
Kunta
Black
man
taking
no losses
Bitch,
where you
when
I was walking
Now
I
run
the game
got the
whole
world
talking
Everybody
wanna
cut the legs off
him
You
goat-mouth
mammyfucker
I was
gonna
kill
a couple
rappers
but
they did
it
to
themselves
Everybody's
suicidal
they
ain't even
need
my
help
This
shit
is
elementary,
I'll
probably
go to jail
If
I
shoot
at your
identity
and
bounce
to the left
Stuck
a flag
in my city
everybody's screaming
Compton
I
should probably
run for
mayor
when I'm
done
to be honest
And
I
put that on
my mama
and
my baby boo
too
Twenty
million
walking out
the court building
Fuck
the judge
I
made it past
twenty-five
and
there i was
A little
nappy-headed
nigga
with the world
behind him
Life
ain't shit
but
a fat vagina
Screaming
Annie
are you
okay
Annie,
are you
okay
Limo
tinted with the
gold plates
Straight
from the bottom
this
the belly
of the beast
From a
peasant
to a
prince
to a
motherfucking
king
Bitch
where was you
when
I was
By the time
you
hear
the next
pop
The funk
shall be
within you
POP
Now
I
run
the game
got the
whole
world
talking
Everybody
wanna
cut the legs off
him
Black
man
taking
no losses
Bitch
where was you
when
I was walking
Now
I
run
the game
got the
whole
world
talking
Everybody
wanna
cut the legs off
him
Funk,
funk,
funk,
funk,
funk,
funk
We want
the funk
We want
the funk
Now
if I give
you
the
funk,
you gonna
take it
We want
the funk
Now
if I give
you
the
funk,
you gonna
take it
We want
the funk
Now
if I give
you
the
funk,
you gonna
take it
We want
the funk
Do you want
the funk
We want
the funk
Do you want
the funk
We want
the funk
Now
if I give
you
the
funk,
you gonna
take it
We want
the funk