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    Big Bada boom, Luda’s in this bitch
    P-ssy niggas clear the room
    I came through the door, I said it before
    I’m the truth in this bitch and you niggas all hoes

    Counterfeit rappers say I’m stealing their flows,
    but I can’t steal what you never made up bitch
    Y’all some duplicate rap cloning niggas
    I manufacture you hoes put on your makeup Bitch

    Let me explain, nothing’s been new since Big Daddy Kane
    Flows will get recycled passed around to different names
    But what’s the same, that every verse I spit is insane
    Got more styles than any rapper in the game, 11 years and still counting
    And ya’ll get a couple hit records, make some noise and have the nerve to start shouting
    Who’s gassing ‘em, they blowing smoke up your ass, you fired up but I’m just puff puff passin’ ‘em
    Until they roaches, buried in my ashtray
    Nigga burn slow, better pray like it’s your last day
    You lying to yourself, just admit it
    May not like the way I use it but you know you aint invent it boy
    Do your research before you make a claim so bogus
    Thats disrespecting pioneers in the game
    F-ck the fame but go ahead and get ya 5 minutes
    Then you front line cadets can report to your lieutenants (sir, yes sir)
    See I’m ya past, I’m ya future and ya present
    So watch ya f-cking mouth when you speak about a legend
    16 times platinum, 6 number 1′s
    So I can give a f-ck what you sold in ya first week
    You’s weak, softer than the Pillsbury dough boy
    Don’t make me expose the truth, you’s a hoe boy
    Don’t make me get on that Stomp shit and get back at it
    You rappers aint even in my f-cking tax bracket
    Why am I wasting my time
    Yeah I admit I get a little Ludacris with my rhymes, sometimes
    But my fans know the difference because “My Chick Bad” went platinum still winning muthaf-cka

    The nerve of you niggas man, you aint got enough medals on your jacket to address me boy
    Fall back in formation, y’all outta line
    I was told not to kill a mosquito with a cannon
    So the next time you nats got a real problem
    Don’t be a coward like a nigga that used to be signed to be going on twitter rants and shit
    Nigga say it to my face

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