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papers\n'Cause so many spectators turn to imitators\n\nWalking my walk and mocking my persona\nThey wanna be like Passion, but they don't want the drama\nThey be killing me, trying to preach to me, teach to me\n\nI got the PhD in Funkthology\nYou got your bachelors and your masters in the field of dramatics\nThe lyrical one bringing the static from the attic\nSo cock your automatic, I had it up to here\nYou niggas are in danger, you better stand clear\nNo hugs, no love, and no kiss\nMainstream America, they just ain't ready for this\n\nNigga didn't wanna pass the weed, left me stuck\n\nEverybody be telling me that's fucked up\nI never gave a fuck though, it's all about the cash\nThrow you up the river like trash\nAnd I'm about to get a brand new one to puff\nReally don't matter 'cause now I got the batter\nNot, stick it in my sock, jet\n\nStraight to the dope spot, bet\n\nNo, just us, just me\nIn Atlanta when you wanna come and test me\nReal to real new, what you wanna do?\n'Cause what I gotta say is all parquet\nPut another way, the criminal\nSpeak the original, more subliminal\nWomen'll get wet\n\nCan't forget my niggas in the Lake Westside project\nUnderline, once upon a time in CA\nI met five niggas, all they did was bomb shit\nI mixed a complete elite technique\nTogether with the knowledge of a Compton street\nBut weak, nigga fucked up Motown\nOne by one, everybody broke down\nI'm out, it's about money, cash\nBut me, I'ma do a Jordan on that ass\n\nYeah, one time for your mind\nDo a motherfucker like that\nMally G\n\nI got my eye on that motherfucker and it come in the back\n'Cause that trick bitch wanna see me on a track\nAnd it's all good if he want it like that\n'Cause I'm a niggaroe that kick a trigger flow\nScreaming 6-1 to the grave, big drug sellers\nBitches and money, you can't a-motherfucking tell her\nA thang about this gang\nOf Illadelphiadic niggas that'll let the gats bang\n\nWe come equipped with Glocks and clips in the pocket\n\nAnd straight lock shit\n\nAnd that's the way it's gon' be\nFrom '95 until infinity, Mally G\nI be that loony-ass nigga lamping\nAnd I don't give a fuck who the fuck get amped when\nI scream my shit, I live my shit\nFuck living positive, I get my living negative\nMotherfucker, it don't stop\nAnd my nigga Erotic got it on deck\n\nMotherfucker, he got the track, some weed, and the tech\n\nI drop it on the one for my dogs who be with me, y'all\nKeep it tight with a nigga, don't forget me, y'all\nSee, I got my niggas and we got guns\nIt beez like that, we always stay strapped\n\nI represent the Philly four-pound pack\nThat's quick to smack a tramp bitchy jaw jacker\nFeeling like car jackers, putting my thing down\n\nWith my nigga Erotic, what you want now?\nAnd the V-N to the O-C\nWith this lunatic lyricist, it's Mally G\nThe unfuckwitable individual\nLeaving MCs in a condition that be critical\nAnd niggas know\nThat I don't give a fuck about a trick-ass ho\nNever tricking my dough\nAnd that's the way it's 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pictures\n[00:47.91] Every day, same capers, I regulate my papers\n[00:50.23] 'Cause so many spectators turn to imitators\n[00:52.97] Walking my walk and mocking my persona\n[00:55.15] They wanna be like Passion, but they don't want the drama\n[00:57.32] They be killing me, trying to preach to me, teach to me\n[00:59.92] I got the PhD in Funkthology\n[01:02.08] You got your bachelors and your masters in the field of dramatics\n[01:04.79] The lyrical one bringing the static from the attic\n[01:07.00] So cock your automatic, I had it up to here\n[01:09.43] You niggas are in danger, you better stand clear\n[01:11.66] No hugs, no love, and no kiss\n[01:13.46] Mainstream America, they just ain't ready for this\n[01:18.20] \n[01:25.19] Nigga didn't wanna pass the weed, left me stuck\n[01:28.52] Everybody be telling me that's fucked up\n[01:30.78] I never gave a fuck though, it's all about the cash\n[01:33.78] Throw you up the river like trash\n[01:35.56] And I'm about to get a brand new one to puff\n[01:37.83] Really don't matter 'cause now I got the batter\n[01:40.33] Not, stick it in my sock, jet\n[01:42.64] Straight to the dope spot, bet\n[01:45.17] No, just us, just me\n[01:47.75] In Atlanta when you wanna come and test me\n[01:50.09] Real to real new, what you wanna do?\n[01:51.98] 'Cause what I gotta say is all parquet\n[01:54.53] Put another way, the criminal\n[01:56.26] Speak the original, more subliminal\n[01:58.40] Women'll get wet\n[02:00.17] Can't forget my niggas in the Lake Westside project\n[02:03.18] Underline, once upon a time in CA\n[02:05.71] I met five niggas, all they did was bomb shit\n[02:08.67] I mixed a complete elite technique\n[02:10.90] Together with the knowledge of a Compton street\n[02:13.05] But weak, nigga fucked up Motown\n[02:15.84] One by one, everybody broke down\n[02:17.95] I'm out, it's about money, cash\n[02:20.48] But me, I'ma do a Jordan on that ass\n[02:23.87] Yeah, one time for your mind\n[02:27.15] Do a motherfucker like that\n[02:29.77] Mally G\n[02:30.57] I got my eye on that motherfucker and it come in the back\n[02:34.19] 'Cause that trick bitch wanna see me on a track\n[02:36.64] And it's all good if he want it like that\n[02:38.83] 'Cause I'm a niggaroe that kick a trigger flow\n[02:41.08] Screaming 6-1 to the grave, big drug sellers\n[02:44.36] Bitches and money, you can't a-motherfucking tell her\n[02:47.22] A thang about this gang\n[02:48.67] Of Illadelphiadic niggas that'll let the gats bang\n[02:51.52] We come equipped with Glocks and clips in the pocket\n[02:54.56] And straight lock shit\n[02:56.30] And that's the way it's gon' be\n[02:57.77] From '95 until infinity, Mally G\n[03:00.23] I be that loony-ass nigga lamping\n[03:02.56] And I don't give a fuck who the fuck get amped when\n[03:05.26] I scream my shit, I live my shit\n[03:07.11] Fuck living positive, I get my living negative\n[03:10.09] Motherfucker, it don't stop\n[03:11.93] And my nigga Erotic got it on deck\n[03:16.02] 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pictures\n  Every day, same capers, I regulate my papers\n  'Cause so many spectators turn to imitators\n\n  Walking my walk and mocking my persona\n  They wanna be like Passion, but they don't want the drama\n  They be killing me, trying to preach to me, teach to me\n\n  I got the PhD in Funkthology\n  You got your bachelors and your masters in the field of dramatics\n  The lyrical one bringing the static from the attic\n  So cock your automatic, I had it up to here\n  You niggas are in danger, you better stand clear\n  No hugs, no love, and no kiss\n  Mainstream America, they just ain't ready for this\n\n  Nigga didn't wanna pass the weed, left me stuck\n\n  Everybody be telling me that's fucked up\n  I never gave a fuck though, it's all about the cash\n  Throw you up the river like trash\n  And I'm about to get a brand new one to puff\n  Really don't matter 'cause now I got the batter\n  Not, stick it in my sock, jet\n\n  Straight to the dope spot, bet\n\n  No, just us, just me\n  In Atlanta when you wanna come and test me\n  Real to real new, what you wanna do?\n  'Cause what I gotta say is all parquet\n  Put another way, the criminal\n  Speak the original, more subliminal\n  Women'll get wet\n\n  Can't forget my niggas in the Lake Westside project\n  Underline, once upon a time in CA\n  I met five niggas, all they did was bomb shit\n  I mixed a complete elite technique\n  Together with the knowledge of a Compton street\n  But weak, nigga fucked up Motown\n  One by one, everybody broke down\n  I'm out, it's about money, cash\n  But me, I'ma do a Jordan on that ass\n\n  Yeah, one time for your mind\n  Do a motherfucker like that\n  Mally G\n\n  I got my eye on that motherfucker and it come in the back\n  'Cause that trick bitch wanna see me on a track\n  And it's all good if he want it like that\n  'Cause I'm a niggaroe that kick a trigger flow\n  Screaming 6-1 to the grave, big drug sellers\n  Bitches and money, you can't a-motherfucking tell her\n  A thang about this gang\n  Of Illadelphiadic niggas that'll let the gats bang\n\n  We come equipped with Glocks and clips in the pocket\n\n  And straight lock shit\n\n  And that's the way it's gon' be\n  From '95 until infinity, Mally G\n  I be that loony-ass nigga lamping\n  And I don't give a fuck who the fuck get amped when\n  I scream my shit, I live my shit\n  Fuck living positive, I get my living negative\n  Motherfucker, it don't stop\n  And my nigga Erotic got it on deck\n\n  Motherfucker, he got the track, some weed, and the tech\n\n  I drop it on the one for my dogs who be with me, y'all\n  Keep it tight with a nigga, don't forget me, y'all\n  See, I got my niggas and we got guns\n  It beez like that, we always stay strapped\n\n  I represent the Philly four-pound pack\n  That's quick to smack a tramp bitchy jaw jacker\n  Feeling like car jackers, putting my thing down\n\n  With my nigga Erotic, what you want now?\n  And the V-N to the O-C\n  With this lunatic lyricist, it's Mally G\n  The unfuckwitable individual\n  Leaving MCs in a condition that be critical\n  And niggas know\n  That I don't give a fuck about a trick-ass ho\n  Never tricking my dough\n  And that's the way it's gon' be\n  From '95 until infinity, Mally G\n"}]