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Curren$y
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The Anti-Club
[Verse 1 - Curren$y] Sober flow, I ain't smokin five days but i'ma burn this beat and leave it in a ashtray Yo Joey, give me a light, so I can see where I'm goin These niggas actin like hoes and these hoes is actin like niggas I'm like 'Whyyy?' Figured I could go without a answer, like Philadelphia 76ers without Ive Spitta spittin, he from the city of killers but don't got a mean bone in his body Pussy-ass niggas keep on tryin to bring it out me so I'ma have to call my guys in That's a bigger network, never risin, all of em kamikaze Homie you don't believe me, you can try me Crash and burn, long as they take you with them, now is a completed mission And I could give a fuck about who on television if it ain't my team Give a fuck how much you spendin if it ain't my green Give a fuck about you bitchin, you treated like a queen, y'all niggas is obscene Night life, New Orleans is my scene, even if I'm not seen, motherfucka Spitta, I write a rhyme and that man not be, what you call gangsta, but it's my life You niggas is livin lives, Santa Claus (?) in your stock in Hearin that shit that you droppin, but it was not that nice Both hands is broken, you can't write, better hire a ghost Spitta got money to burn, turn bread to toast Chemical flow, I turn crack back to coke Melly, yo, give me a light Who's givin them niggas fashion advice? These niggas dressin like bitches, these bitches dressin like niggas Don't know the homie a homie or he a dyke Look twice, shorty might be a guy, hail day for real But the same intensity that a dog chasin a mailman, that's how i'm a chase this mill Don't like paper so I won't take that deal Spitta nigga, I write a rhyme Yeah
[Verse 2 - Trademark the Skydiver] The plane is emotion, fly FS-1 is approachin Movin in the speed of Jet proportion Top Gun's la costra nostra, we so focused, nigga, Testarossas, new roadsters House on the beach, wake up see the ocean Kush keep me chokin, Trade for the roaches (?) with a cars, (?) of the fortress Sky dive, I glide over the surface Fly by in the sky, quicker than Silver Surfer Only land when lambs is being purchased a cane man, you tell from the Porsches Swang is so ferocious, you can hear it in verses Whip game torture, pimp game horse em I ain't jumped from the porch, I kick-flipped of it Ollied over coffins, manual through corpses Tried to get abortion, turn rashes in the fortunes Chalked up losses, sway from the vultures Hooked up with bosses, that specialize at sources Hit em up on a (?), don't give a fuck what it's costin I'm good in any hood (?) I ain't the H, blowin trees, gettin the stress above me
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