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Knuckleheads Spreadin' Gossip All Over Town

Every Time I Drive By You're Just Standin' Around

Hundred-bottles In Your Pocket, Forty-dog In Your Hand

Don't You Know You're Just A Worker And Your Boss Is My Man?

L.L. This, L.L. That, Soon As I Walk In The Place

I Wanna Take My Gun And Shoot You In Your Muthafuckin' Face

You're Playin' Me Too Close With The Schemin' And Games

I Guess The Beef And The Bullshit Is The Price Of Fame

Movies, Records, Goin' On Tour

Twenty-thousand People Hip-hoppin' On The Floor

Whole Parties Body-rockin', And Everything's Chill

Get Back To New York, And The Suckers Act Ill

See I Fought With The Devil, Made A Promise To God

I Have Experience In Goin' All The Way To The Top

It's Harder Harder Than Hard

All The Suckers Are Barred

You Used To Try To Talk Down Now Your Ego Is Scarred

See The Problem Is You Want What Another Man Has

His Car, His Wife, Or His Razzamatazz

But That's Weak, You Gotta Do Work On Your Own

Cuz When You're Rich You Got Friends

But When You're Poor You're Alone

So Get Your Own On Your Own, It'll Strengthen Your Soul

Stop Livin' Off Your Parents Like You're Three Years Old

Instead Of Walkin' Like You're Limp And Talkin' Yang About Me

Why Don't You Take Your Monkey-ass And Get A College Degree?

Or Write A Rhyme And Ride A Bike And Try To Live Carefree

Hope My Message Reaches You Before You're Seventy-three

A Old Man, When People Ask You What You Did With Your Life

You'll Say "I Hated L.L. And I Carried A Big Knife"

Every Day Is A Chase, Every Day Is A Race

And Every Day You're Being Overpowered By My Bass

Too Much Juice To Be A Deuce, I Had To Be A Ace

It's Like The Fire's In My Eyes And The Gun's In My Face

I'm Stompin' Stupid Knuckleheads Until They Bleed

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