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[Verse 1: Consequence] I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills Dream about Bugattis and other four-wheels They say Illuminati and other ordeals Is how my lawyer got me to avoid a raw deal And now it's more real than it is for any other star And that's enough to have you tearing up the mini-bar I should probably get awards where the Emmys are For how I deal with the pap like Remy Ma I get in the car like a sniper's on the roof now But don't confuse how you see me have to move now I got bars like a cypher's in the booth now Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier 'Long as they get my page right on Wikipedia 'Long as they say my name right in the media If you don't, that's a sin like Cincinnati 'Cause ever since I had the polo suit at the Grammys I been spittin' at the camera like Trick Daddy So swaggy, he could've broke up with IG I ain't surprised that they broke up on IG I got the game on IV, might as well have a live feed Keep a fresh cut from IB So I always match the picture in my ID They packin' Dub C had ran with Mack 10 I was still a baby Similac then And what the crack era did to black men It had to be an error if you had a Cadillac then [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] How I rock mine, I throw it up Makin' sure that you niggas all are on the same page Powerful force, you better look both ways Fuck that, I'm chokin' niggas, it's goin' down I'm from a different cloth, we the oracles of the sounds Skip town, hit 'em with impeccable pound Lost, found, the way I flood it, niggas gon' drown Rip shit—ayo, wait, wait, wait, wait— I gotta do it again, I gotta do it again You already know the script, roundhouse kick She lookin' at me, lickin' her lip Put my arm around her like a bowl of chip with a dip With yo' bitch, what the fuck, niggas erupt I got the half moon clip, that's banana A good planner, a new anger like a larger Bruce Banner Out the house, nigga, if you open your mouth Man, nigga, if you open your mouth Fuck the press, I'm leavin' every room in a mess Like herds of bulls with they aprons on and bakin' soda Keep it movin', keep the convo short And bring a case of Henney (case of Henney) House of pain, I control many (control many) House of lies, you niggas go run, hide Peep the way this vibe conflict with they real lives (Nigga) Fanatic shit, we go bizarre (we go bizarre) Bad news for niggas as I go emphatical, radical National animal rulin' like a czar Every time I black for the record, the shit splatter The whole batter, no bullshit, the boom bapper I pull the gat up, whip the shit, cook the batter When I pull up on niggas, even your momma gon' scatter Barishkaaa
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