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A plus:
You don't have to worry any longer. . .
Yo wait a damn minute
Listen to the way the man spin it
Even with improper diction
I split in & gets ends
I'm lettin' suckas know
I'm fin ta buck a bro
The nigga figga he can dust a pro
Fessional i test a fool
I get a tool
And beat him wit it
He didn't see me wit it
And this is what i'ma do
Tie the crime to you
Niggas need to find a new rhyme to do
I remember when i used to grind a few
Indo sacks at my wack sr. high school
But i told the dean 'bye fool.'
I graduated
He was a man i hated
And i'm glad i made it
Hie-ro
I know
You know
Fools know, that my crew's so
Phat, and niggas try to jack
Then i know they got my back
A-plus must bust the wack.
Casual:
I'm fed up with the wackness and this weak shit
So peep the style and learn how to freak shit
I hope, ya, learn how ta cope
By the time you peep this shit here,
I'll be three times doper
Yeah, this is for the trendy g's
To ya bitches, & high school enemies
All the hoes
Shoot me to the left & shit
Cause my financial state was on defecit
But i,
Really didn't trip
Now i'm livin' phatter
And then niggas don't matter
A lot a rappers try frontin' on me
Bet they aint got nuttin' on me
And aint no way that buck can harm me
I turn the mouths of mcs into molecules
Niggas locked onto me like my follicles
I swallow fools with no regurgitaion
We hurt ya face, men
When ya placed in my path.