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Ten years ago I used to listen to rappers flow Talkin' bout the way They rocked the mic at the disco With my own sound I liked how that shit was goin' down So I tried to write rhymes Somethin' like them, my boys said, "That ain't you Ice, That shit sounds like them." So I sat back, thought up a new track Facts. Motherfuckers got scared Cause they weas unprepaired Didn'T fantasize, kicked the pure who would tell it how it relly was? Who dared? A motherfucker from the West Coast L.A. South Central fool When I wrote about parties Where the Crips and the Bloods play It didn't fit That was the real shit Six in the Mornin' |
