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Slippery Dick
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Created on 5-22-08
A slippery Dick's on the case,
So lets cut to the chase,
Before his balls are thrown in your face,
And the judge said every rapper should be judged by his race,
So grab your shotgun and erase his face,
Cause space is the safest place on earth,
People only hate me cause I was so educated at birth,
I hate when people question me,
Asking me my NetWorth, when they know I refused TA work, what's work?
I've heard worse stories grown up in the hood bein' white,
So tell em your half black you just came out light,
if you see the Mack come out please be polite and hand over your stuff,
Cause they'll blow your brains out when they've had enough,
So don't act tough because you can be touched you ain't God,
You piss me off and I'll get you robbed, I'm not a gangsta
I've got a connection with the mob, So I can call in a hit,
and have them split your wig call the pig's if ya dig,
Cause if they ask anyone I bet you no one seen shit.
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Cop's are like asses with dark shaded glasses,
you have to ass kiss TA get anything done,
And if you ain't taken it in the bun,
help? you ain't gettin' none,
so don't run your mouth,
and if you already did warning you better move south,
Next to Kenny cause your about TA get killed,
Another blood baths about to spill, all over the street,
Have you seen that new M16? "isn't it neat?"
look at this chalk, it's for you to mark what part of the concrete
you wanna have cause when that jag rolls up
And that man gets out, your going to know what I've been talkin' about.
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You can run but you can't hide,
Here comes your mommas hearse to hurt your pride,
You think cause you talk ghetto you can ride with a killer?
This ain't Michael Jackson's album it's not the triller
I hang out at your local billiards playin' pool,
I'm a real man, I don't pity no fool,
I'm young but I'm so old skool, like the clothes
I got my hoes, Models that pose in my pictures
But nobody sees them cause they can't be pictured
in the minds of the blind.
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