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Ha, yeah. Yeah. Look. Hallelujah to them trues, moody loot got 'em unruly. Yours truly mob, but dollars made him more choosy. No excuse with the foolies, ain't a threat to Me. Throw stones, get two holes through the O's Of your Coogi. Lord, she took to me, 'nother groupie on tour. Beat it sore, no rookies with the woody award. Black cholo off a soul food, slick as velour. E&J the spade, taste the fruits of the war. The winners, we ain't lettin' off your neck yet, Bet it. The killer sack off the block like Bettis. Started from the crevice. Blessed, now we up, black Jetsons. Tryna become one with the heavens. Uh, who you testin'? My report card raw. Learn your lesson in the mornin' when you see Them scars. Oxnard to the dirty Teflon with the Thirty long. Claim street 'til you meet that tar. Face down. Wind come around, hit the ground. Face down. Nobody make a sound. Face down. Still nothin' move but the blue pounds. Money, when I lay 'em. Face down. Wind come around, hit the ground. Face down. Nobody make a sound. Face down. She know the style, ass up. Face down. Yo, yo, yo. Say no more, I'm hardcore. This rap shit is like chores, and with competition, I'm doin' floors. Attitude, grew up piss poor. Grippin' that four when I'm leavin' the liquor Store. My hits pure, somethin' like Peruvian flake. I'm makin' snakes hold your breath 'til you're blue In the face. I'm hammered up in the Caddy Truck, Caddy truck, two-two-three. In the GMC, you add it up. If I had a penny for each time I Sense envy, I would be a billionaire. I can feel the stares. Maybe it'll escalate when they get a pair. Until then, they talk tough and live in fear. Me and my dog from the Ox, power moves, Takin' over blocks. You're mad 'cause we makin' what you're not, and Never will. Our better skills equal a better deal. That's every time. Wind come around, Hit the ground. Face down. Nobody make a sound. Face down. Still nothin' move but the blue pounds. Money, when I lay 'em. Face down. Wind come around, hit the ground. Face down. Nobody make a sound. Face down. She know the style, ass up. Face down
MED, Guilty Simpson — Face Down (Acapella)
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