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. Now I'm home alone in my own home. This millennium, got a loada dome. Rome then roam. Came home smelling like hot Cologne. Had a success overdose, oh. You see my roll-on flow. And I'm so sure that
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0010. 150Ay, boy, whatcha say, boy?. 0011. 980You tryna play coy like a Gameboy?. 0013. 640Hit my phone boy, is you home boy?. 0015. 880Are you alone boy? Come give me dome, boy. 0017. 940Got a boy
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. Da da da da. Everybody dance now Give me the music. Give me the music. Everybody Here is the dome, back with the bass. The jam is live in effect and I don't waste time. On the mike with a dope
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a home. You might be livin' in a mansion, you might live in a dome. You might own guns and you might even own tanks. You might be somebody's landlord, you might even own banks. But you're gonna have
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ya. That grave on the east side of town. Lay ya six feet underground. From man, to the dust to the ashes. All I remember tell me where the cash is. Clic Cloc barrel at my dome. Give all your loot
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. Da da da da. Everybody dance now Give me the music. Give me the music. Everybody Here is the dome, back with the bass. The jam is live in effect and I don't waste time. On the mike with a dope
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. Da da da da. Everybody dance now Give me the music. Give me the music. Everybody Here is the dome, back with the bass. The jam is live in effect and I don't waste time. On the mike with a dope
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claimin' that you pack heat. but you're scared to hold. and when the smoke clears you'll be left with one in your dome. 13 years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid. you talk a good one but you don't
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nigga, word-a-mouth little rule-a-thumb. Y'all better bow down when the ruler come. I'm a real hood nigga not a hood-a-lum. The way Thought put it down be confusin' some of y'all. Cats can't walk
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. And the in-flight movie was Bio-Dome with Pauly Shore. And, oh yeah, three of the airplane engines burned out. And we went into a tailspin. And crashed into a hillside. And the plane exploded in a
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make it home by curfew (Haha). Tom Ford cologne, I look like I'm on (Ayy). Playboy mansion, honey, I'm home (Honey, I'm home). Backdoor to Oracle, *** it, I'm home (Woo). King of the Bay, getting dome on
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Farrakhan. Turn the White House to the Terror Dome. I used to serve at the Chevron. I used to serve with my necklace on, bitch. Watch out, lil' bitch (Watch out). Watch out, lil' bitch. Watch out, lil' bitch
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take 9 wit a thirty something clip And bust it on a bitch, to me it ain't *. I never did nothing but praise God and my clip. So, come to Mississippi and we taking yo hoes, pick in yo dome. Boom
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you do. Every time I think of you I puke I was gonna take the time to sit down. And write you a little poem. But off of the dome would probably be a little more. More suitable for this type of song
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the kitchen That night at my home, trench coat, nothin' on. Your *** got me gone, went straight to my dome. And I love it, girl, I love it. Ooh, I love it, girl, I love it Girl, it's somethin' about
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to dip with all the cash. . I hold my chrome steady, with a tight grip. . So your dome already cause this one might hit. . . . . . Chorus. . . . Full clip, do you wanna mess with this
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that, alone We gonna make a nigga wanna be at, your home. Oh you kinda quiet with the heat at, your dome. If the dog got he's gonna bring back a bone. 'Cause we got the chrome. This is what I live
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ain't die at the top of the steps. I can do that walk behind you * and follow you home. Make a noise, you turn around and I put one in your dome. Last thing you saw was chrome and a, flash of light
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know I'm gonna gat ya. How you know where I'm at when you haven't been where I've been. Understand where I'm coming from. When you're up on the hill, in your big home. I'm out here, risking my dome
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America sewn. Rich plat', rims chrome, spin (?) to your dome. I entered your home, lick you down, strictly to bone. The hit that I'm on got Spanish mamis singin my song Chorus - 1. 5X
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chess game, discussin' the war Strategize, move like masterminds. When it's your go and your do', just cash mine. Last time we welcomed y'all to the terror dome. Used the mic to reach out and touch
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, shot in the dome. How they gon' kill that beautiful sista. Violent adolescents, homicidal with weapons. Not a lot of knowledge inside of they minds, that I'm guessing. Tell me who you impressing
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residents with Rugers to your dome. Like where the * you holdin the coke, holdin your throat, choke. . This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this. This is the Carter
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blows. Tried to go below the belt, through my chest. Perfect hit to the dome, dammit babe. This ain't the girl I used to know, no, not anymore. TKO. Post-Chorus Justin Timberlake. I'm out for the count
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follow me now if you want it on. Salute at ease, then you carry on. Nigga drop and gimme 50 if you do it wrong. I'm into weapons I control the dome. . Give me all my chesse. With no static please
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blows. Tried to go below the belt, through my chest. Perfect hit to the dome, dammit babe. This ain't the girl I used to know, no, not anymore. TKO. Post-Chorus Justin Timberlake. I'm out for the count
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wild. Like some * off my dome, that be soundin'. Better than the next man's whole album
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Chorus. . Ooooh noooo. I caught him with a blow to the chest. Ooooh noooo. My hollow put a hole in his vest. Ooooh noooo. I'm bout to send two to his dome. Cry babies go hoooome. . I got
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didn't know this was a crack house. I got my coat and suddenly. The cop busted in and had a mac-10 pointed to my dome. And I said to myself once again it's on. He threw me on the carpet and wasn't
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just can't win. Excellent with the word play, you lay. Face down, when my, mind spray Thunder on your Dome with no help from Mad Max. Lyrics like hype tattoos go over the dope tracks. We booby-traps
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, shot in the dome. How they gon' kill that beautiful sista. Violent adolescents, homicidal with weapons. Not a lot of knowledge inside of they minds, that I'm guessing. Tell me who you impressing
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blows. Tried to go below the belt, through my chest. Perfect hit to the dome, dammit babe. This ain't the girl I used to know, no, not anymore. TKO. Post-Chorus Justin Timberlake. I'm out for the count
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-E MD Double E'n. I'm not skeezing, but pleasing. All party goers, also behind show-ers. Who like the not, fast slow flow of rhymes that form in my dome. Out the mouth, to the microphone Because
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it real, word, I gotcha back. Brothers want the drama but don't know how to act. Until the chrome pointed at his dome head crack. C'mon let's keep it real, no disguise, recognize. From my sword
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blows. Tried to go below the belt, through my chest. Perfect hit to the dome, dammit babe. This ain't the girl I used to know, no, not anymore. TKO. Post-Chorus Justin Timberlake. I'm out for the count
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blows. Tried to go below the belt, through my chest. Perfect hit to the dome, dammit babe. This ain't the girl I used to know, no, not anymore. TKO. Post-Chorus Justin Timberlake. I'm out for the count
