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Uh, yeah, huh, yeah
Yo, yo, yo, I'll do a double dish cleaner
The funny ass cats remind me of a skinner
Now you listen up, now what, heat on spitterA renegade with my blade watch you get cut up
Sucker ass punk, you used to get beat up
Type of dude that'll smoke your weed up and eat up
Hold up, surrender your squad, it's a stick upFifty-two pickup, you high school drop-out, gives you enough float
To succeed or get tighter, what up, your block, get up
Shut up or put up I'ma 'bout to let up
Licky, licky here, two shots you gone lick upTake her to the news under, you should've eased up
Wha' what wha'? You got me fed up, get up or shut the F up
You done F'ed up, 8 or 9 enough even if she has seven runner up
Like the fans, like your thumbs up, what up?I make them bowl like Shopper Ranks
I'm the Captain of the ship, make them cats walk the plank
What the F you think I'm Point, Point Blank
Turn off my sound niggas, let crankEast Side where you at, where you at?
West Side throw it up, throw it up
North Side where you at, where you at?

South Side throw it up, throw it upSee, blaze me above the game with no limit
Niggas nowadays can slick and pull gimmicks
Cowber use roly well iced that been in it
Mines is loose rocks and the Beverly spin in itOnly place tin linid they cost a lot
When no money on the game you sure talk a lot
Never like a nigga car, you walk a lot
See I make cream a lot, while you niggas dream a lotCan't you see it's all real, bras want to do me
Get it attached to me like I'm starrin' in movies
Nigga Nor wanna do me, thing is I got none
Wanna be my main chick, chill I got oneIf it's hot in a lady then I can cop some
Most players all fall, tightly tint
See me fly through the window 'cause it's lightly tint
But it's strongly minute got a fall so cats frequentHate weed peepin', best cats seekin'
Wanna kill me in the daytime, look it won't happen
You ain't a thug nigga this is some girls is rap, what
(Yeah, you don't won't no problem)East Side where you at, where you at?
West Side throw it up, throw it up
North Side where you at, where you at?
South Side throw it up, throw it upYo my M O is S O L O hello
Shake like Jello bionics and nice fellow
Long hair, pussy's and pussy head too
In a room with the doctor, how the hell I stop ya?The Rolex topper long as ya coppin' them yo
It means it's copper, don't need to stop ya
When I'm speakin' opera, which y'all don't understand
That it's my channel Boo-Bionic Mister manWhy y'all play tennis, we sway inventists
So our house can finish, wait a minute
Change the color of my whips, despite you bastards
Spit it green-cold on it, like you won the mastersFlow faster, speed it up, heat it up why don't y'all just heat it up?
Spit it on some feeder bust, slow it up
Make the beat that we blow it up
Ya niggaz ain't mine, better pray you throw it upEast Side where you at, where you at?
West Side throw it up, throw it up
North Side where you at, where you at?
South Side throw it up, throw it up, nowYo I keep my mind on my riches snitches get snitches
Cats on the low they all act like bitches
So what up, where you at with the nine-sin?
Feel my triples please circle the violenceLet me abolish this sh like Nat Turner
Drop by Tom Warner, peace to my crooked cop killers
With the six shooter while fake niggaz
Getting drunk off of wine coolers yo, uhYo she big on the game it's broke I wanna fix it
Make hot and get that down, we remix it
He speakin', here we go your beef is nice
I'm from the gutter mother, best you think twiceNow back to who's nice M O S T W A N T E D
You niggaz can't see me I'm glad that you turn
Poke that out of space shit
I bring you back to Earth, whatEast Side where you at, where you at?
West Side throw it up, throw it up
North Side where you at, where you at?
South Side throw it up, throw it upEast Side where you at, where you at?
West Side throw it up, throw it up
North Side where you at, where you at?
South Side throw it up, throw it upWha, wha, wha?
Wha, wha, wha?
Wha, wha, wha?
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Pras is the stage name of Samuel Prakazrel Michel (born October 19, 1972), an American rapper. Born in Haïti, Pras was a member of the popular hip hop group The Fugees. His debut solo effort, Ghetto Supastar, was released in the autumn 1998, following solo releases of his bandmates Wyclef Jean and Lauryn Hill. Released on Ruffhouse Records, the album's title track "Ghetto Supastar (That Is What You Are)" featured vocals by Mya and Ol' Dirty Bastard. His newest album, Win Lose or Draw, was released in 2005 and featured the single, "Haven't Found".

Read more about Pras on Last.fm.


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