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Once you call my name out things will never be the same... They should have never let us get off foot in this game... Ever since I was introduced to rap music I been missing a screw like Bishop and Juice I could lose it at any moment Those who know me know it So they're probably told you go with the flow Just so that I don't explode And have another episode where I let it go as far as The one with Benzino did I'm waiting for that next beef, I'm cocked, locked and loaded I'm ready to go so bad I'm going bananas, My dick's so hard Anna Nicole could use it to fucking pole vault with Oh shit, I mean when she was still bloated Before they cut her stomach open and lipoed it Anybody I throw flames at gets a name it's a game Cause they know that they don't spit the same It's a shame, what people do for 10 minutes of fame Everyday it's the same thing, People in this game try to buddy buddy us Just to get close enough to study us Everybody just wants to have something to do with that They all trying to get that stamp They after that Shady - Aftermath money It's like a monopoly They probably just now finally understand how to rob fully 50 Cent was like a fucking jackpot for me And Dre, it's like we hit the fucking lottery And a damn slot machine at the same time as each other Why the fuck you think we ride like we brothers When we rhyme with each other In time we discovered that we have more in common Then we thought with each other Both robbed of our mothers Our fathers ain't want us What was wrong with us, was it our fault Cause we started thinking god doesn't love us Two odd motherfuckers who just happened to meet at the right time What a coincidence cause when 50 got shot up in Jamaica Queens I still remember the call up in?? Big L had just got popped just a month before If 50 lives he's getting dropped from Columbia Two years later me and Doc had to come and, uh, operate That's when he popped up a number one And we ain't never gonna stop if you wond-ering Even if I'm under the gun You ain't gotta agree all the time with me Or see eye to eye there'll always be animosity between you and I But see the difference is if it is I could give a shit Still gonna conduct motherfucking business as usual Ego's aside, fore I bruise em' all Swallow your pride fore I step on it with shoes you call Nike's Earth links how do you like these you gotta love them Look at the bottom of em' they're like cleats Stomping, I been romping since Tim Dogg was hollering 'Fuck Compton' I was whilin', free styling back when they was still making Maxell cassettes I wasn't even raps Elvis yet That tells us that any doubts in your head that seals the shit Ricky-Ticky-Toc-Ticky-Ticky-Toc Still with the Diggy-Diggy-Doc-Diggy-Diggy-Doc And you don't stop