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now when you cats act cocky, you gotta release
i got a pistol screamin "cock me", i aint aimin at feet
im the type of real ***** who be carrying heat
i dont care you brought an army cause i'll bury the fleet
you the type of emcee who don't bite with your teeth
i dont care for your rhymes cuz you receit and repeat
you only real on occasion, im every night of the week
but you had to know about me so i gave you a peek
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