1995

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Check, check, check, check.

Get your ass up out there, bitch.

-This the way the plan.

-This the way God planned it, ho, you can't stand it. We don't die, we multiply like rabbits.

-Come on with me. -Relap like a addict.

Took the high road on -niggas, I'm ridin' over passes. -I wish this was the way the plan.

Nothing in your catalog classic, you Shaqtin' like Tenace.

I father Kane, I turn they sons to bastards.

Built a ass like Joseph Jackson, no relaxin'.

Rapping niggas in plastic, -yeah. -It's all right. It's all right.

-If you don't start no more shit.

-It's all right if they wanna start that shit, yeah.

-It's all right. It's all right. -Yeah.

It's all right 'cause I'ma talk my shit, yeah.

-It's all right. It's all right. -It's perfectly all right with me.

Bitches snakin', I'ma still be all right, yeah.

-It's all right. It's all right.

-Yeah, yeah.

Niggas hate me, but I'm still gon' be out here slanging.

Had to come back with a sequel, ain't no equal. Riggs and Murtaugh, this shit lethal.

Pluckin' the -feathers off this eagle. -This the way the plan.

When I shepherd, got that girl that stripped it naked.

Put that bitch right back together, made that ho come back with extra.

-Come on with me. -I'm the Barksdale of my section.

Nah, I'm -the Marlo of my section. -I wish this was the way the plan.

Bitch, my history ain't no mystery. Boy, your bars is under question, under review.

Nothing new, another crew of Freddie clones.

I put more niggas on this hill than Jerry Jones. Leave that man alone, yeah.

Leave that man alone, he's gonna tell you.

Leave that man alone.

-It's all right. -Yeah.

It's all right if they wanna talk -that shit, yeah. -It's all right. It's all right.

Yeah, yeah.

I heard that nigga'll never walk right, bitch, yeah.

-It's all right. It's all right. -Yeah, uh.

Bitches snakin' me, I'ma still be all right, yeah.

-It's all right. It's all right. -Yeah, yeah.

Niggas hate me, I'ma still be all right, yeah.

Niggas hate me, I'ma still be all right, yeah.

Cease was gravy, but the bill was all white, yeah.

We smash like mashed potatoes, Taxi Vader.

Shout my brother Hani, I just made like one point five in Asia, yeah.

Man, this shit crazy how a nigga done went from Nick Rocks to Red Whip, Gen Pop to

Netflix, yeah.

I was in the cell making up a set list for my next show, for my next lick.

I was suicidal with a death wish, yeah, uh.

If I flew out, it was a sex trip. Know my baby mama 'bout to set trip.

I don't give a shit, these niggas ain't with the shit. These niggas ain't living it.

'03, I was selling reggie in a box Chevy on spinners, bitch, got a dope boy certificate.

I'm from the east side crime syndicate. Straight thugged out, you a cartoon,

Thugnificent, but I broke the mold.

Made a crack to say only time I broke the code.

Nigga be twice as rich if it wasn't for clothes, alcohol, and hoes, yeah. I'm off the dope, alcohol, and hoes.

Gotta stop tricking on every ruby and amber rose, yeah.

I'm still in my prime, I seen these hoes get old. No shoulder left to cry on, ho, my shoulders cold.

This what -you chose, yeah. -That's what the hoes be hanging onto.

-You knew the job was crooked. -Freddie Kane, why you doing so cold?

-When you took it, yeah. -I said, no.

-Ready for these niggas. -Freddie Kane, why you doing so cold?

Yeah.

This the way God planned it, bitch, understand it.

We don't die, we multiply just like rabbits. You Shaqtin' like Tenace.

With the fetty thick like molasses, I'm out here stacking cabbage.

Bitch, I'm coming right at you, put on your 3D glasses, uh. No Ticketmaster, we ain't giving passes.

Buy out the front row tickets to your show and make that shit disastrous.

-Pow, nigga.

-Shoot up the front and get them bitches canceled.

Hold your whole career for ransom, money call, you scared to answer, yeah.

I know you niggas thought I was scared to answer back.

These hip-hop cops is on my set, I really been plotting on my attack.

Niggas really don't want no smoke, they want that clap shit off the bat.

Man, this rap beef shit is corny, nah, I'd rather not be attached to none of these lame-ass niggas.

You can't do another interview without the Kane train getting mentioned.

Knock a nigga off with this bulldog, fuck switches and extensions.

Send a semi back in your Fendi pack, ho, you sleeping with the fishes. Piss on you bitches.

-Piss on you. -I said, no.

Freddie Kane, why you doing so cold?

I said, no.

-Freddie Kane, why you doing so cold? -Yeah, let's go blast.

-I'm back, bitch.

-Because you two are the most qualified for the job.

Fifty in the clippers, -yeah.

-Why you doing so cold?

-Yeah.

-It's not working like that.

I'll see you around, human.