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Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Some
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cool shit for the King's anthology
And when I'm done,
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don't expect no apology
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Stupid motherfuckers shoulda stepped
when I warned 'em
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I'm from the Boondocks of Compton,
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California
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I'm just anxious to
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whoop some ass
I went to high school,
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but I flunked every class
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So what makes you think I give
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a fuck about respect?
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I'll put your bitch in check,
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and I'll bet
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You won't run up,
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son of a punk and a bitch, too
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I shoulda did a drive by on
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you and your crew
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Cuz ya'll be poppin'
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some shit that's unheard of
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For you, what's the word? Uh
(wack!) it's murder, son
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When I be crushin'
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your hood with a passion
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And I ain't talkin' that
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Ac tion Jackson
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When I come you better run for ammo
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Or get played like a fuckin' piano
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Verse 2
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And yo, we got my homeboy Ice Cube in
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the house from the motherfuckin'
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Lench Mob (what's up, nigga?), and yo Ice Cube,
I heard you're a singer now
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Man what's up? Yo, yo
Verse 3
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Do- Ray- Me. But I don't sing,
mothafucker
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I kick shit with the King,
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mothafucker
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Ice Cube will clock the cash, rock the mass
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And if you run up ,
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I'll sock your ass
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And watch that eye get swollen
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Cuz I'm playin' punk nig
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gas like Beethoven
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So bust a cap or swing and die
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Fuck Yul Brynner, it's still
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The King and I
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Cuz where I'm from the sun don't shine
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So One- Time hope I only bust one rhyme
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But I bust one more for the suckers
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Last year I was Ruthless,
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now I'm Lenchin' mothafuckers
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And you'll see in a tree,
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MCs and crews
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Now they're lookin' for me,
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King Tee, and Pooh
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Now every nigga that crossed
me's soprano
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Cuz I played their ass like a fuckin' piano
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Interlude 1
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Yo, check this out, we got my
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homeboy Breeze in the
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Motherfuckin' house from
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the L.A. Posse
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and he got some shit to holler
Come
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On, man, bust this shit
Verse 5
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Well, I'm- a take the mic
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like it was a jack move
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Run with the beat as long
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as the track moves
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Hot as lava, organized like a seminar
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Serve you, your crew, him,
and them and a
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Couple of rap- saps who
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think they can get butt
You slipped and shit,
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so nitwit, just get the nuts
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Stealin' your high hopes,
watchin' you write notes
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Better walk a chalk line,
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not fuckin' a tightrope
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Rap slicker, thicker, quicker than others,
then I stop swift
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Shift from 1st to 5th, while
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you stop to shoplift
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Take the mic stand whenever the duty calls
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If I bust a nut for every rhyme I had,
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I'd get blue balls
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Serious as drama,
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I'm- a watch her say "Me too."
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You're shorter than Michu,
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your rhymes are see- through
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You're nothin' like GQ, transparent,
I made it apparent
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I'm here to wax and tax the incoherent
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Cuz B- R- E- E- Z- E will eas- i- ly re-
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main to be- e a top MC
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When you see me,
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I wear a beanie, and not a Kangol
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Now you got played, like a fuckin' piano
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Interlude 2
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Verse 6
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This is just a sample of three
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black nig- roes
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Who grew up in the heart of the ghetto
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Doin' what we had to just
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to make ends meet
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Some steal for a livin',
some stand on the street
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Just slang. Some gang- bang,
but big deal
They say in Compton,
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you gotta kill or get killed
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Mothafuckin' police pull ya over,
slam ya down
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Then tell ya that your hood is their town
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And I ain't goin' for no shit like that;
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Cuff me up, take me to jail,
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I'll come back
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Talkin' much shit,
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cuz I talk what the fuck I feel
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A few weeks in the county
ain't no big deal
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So a punk like you can't fuck with me
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That big ballin'- ass
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nigga named King Tee
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You think ya can? I don't think that you can,
though
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Peace to Ice Cube and Breeze,
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and the fuckin' piano
Outro 1
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