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mcgruff - what part of the game lyrics

[panama p.i.]
i’m the greatest rapper in the world, you who tryin to kid man
i will slam dunk on your big man
been rappin for years, crackin them bears, the sound of platinum chairs
predict future cash and it’s near, my speech is dittly
i bust shots until the heat gets heavy
f-ck b-tches until the sheets get sweaty
beats and melodies, will make me blink
i’ll pull my shank out, and give a warrior’s cry
if you ain’t down wit my crew, all you die
you can tell i’m real, by lookin in the ball of my eye
i will get some cream from it, one day, your baby and my baby
can my some dough on teem summit
countin the loot, fountain the youth, the young god
here’s the inside thug, like a marmashad
some wanna have emotions and kill me
put the toast to my kidney, when i speak most of them feel me
so, keep my name off ya breath
‘fore my n-gg- gruff take the chain off ya chest
all guaranteeing, blaow, take the brain off ya neck
off the top of the dough, one shot and you’ll blow
f-ckin wit panama p.i., guarantee i’ll take ya outta ya zone

[cam’ron]
aiyo me and my n-gg- hais, ride, lay loose
case ya try to play zeus, got the tray deuce
hidin right inside the bubble, face goose
not to quickly to make to make news
i’ma ace deuce, caught cases, i got gotti and o.j. juice
and my crew, you’re very stackless, very c-ck now
phase of every rocky, turn your caviar -ss into, um
chicken teriyaki, spanish n-gg- try to front on me
i say papi rocky, wish he would of shot me
’cause i don’t care if he frail or c-ck d.
when i got the glock, b, can’t stop me
and no judicial system could affix me, try to lock me
over papes on mine, mr. d.a., someone to lace ya dime
and tell p.h. that the camera job, come on, that’s a waste of mine
’cause i got my girl curry, live in d.c.
work the spring court, you know for me, that just scary
how harlem n-gg- do, get in the building b-tch hurry
before my girl see, back to top, so she can give me one on jury
says hung, got her sprung, she fell that i’m young
her little toy boy, make her lick my -ss wit a tongue
she’s so smart, she’s dumb, but i keep, tomorrow ain’t promised
now i might need a one way flight to st. thomas
and at the same time i got a jag fetish
and who knows, i might have bad credit
i can’t borrow from n-gg-s i -ss betted
go to your girl, i pop my truck faster
don’t make me flex on you ghetto style like funkmaster

[chorus: panama p.i.]
you got money, what it look like?
you got crack, what it cook like?
you got a song, wit the hook like?
word is bond, when p.i. hit the microphone, n-gg-s took mics
you got crack, what it cook like?
you got a song, wit the hook like?
you got some money, what it look like?
what part of the game is that?
you f-ck around wit my track, blaow, part of the flaming stat

[i-born]
i live the god knowledge, my book of life, he read like twice
five percent shine, today the grease like, my attribute’s like
paretic chrome, i thrown, throw it at your dome, blown
it be known, like sa salasi clone, connect wit one zone
cybernetic, verbal buck slang, king ebonic
nickname farad, all of ya dude, rock me muhammad
i came swift, wit off as the sh-t, they couldn’t catch it
define this, got drawn so swift, couldn’t detect it
thug covert, sip scotch drink, just like an irish
move like the infamous full blown antivirus
apollus, mad olympic, fragile fitness
supreme gymnast, ancient decent, homey scriptures
equilibrium, catch me at the wimbledon, thug gentlemen
guess jeans, wu shirts, construction timberland
you’re n-body wit nothing and your name shall be nathan
who you facin, slugs blazin the amazin

[mcgruff]
aiyo check it, i used to live reckless
sn-tch kids necklace, n-gg- respect this
a n-gg- catch this, blaow, trigga specialist
is your death wish, leave you rib and chestless
gun ho, real life thug, every one know
from the b-mjo, to the kids, to colombo
my n-gg-s locked down doin state, did you rumble?
twenty five to l, on the humble, real thug sh-t
plug sh-t, catch you, wouldn’t dare f-ck wit
care rugged, from the skulls down to the timb’s
surroundin your benz, wit n-gg-s houndin your gems
yo pump this jam in your joint
all my thug n-gg-s cruisin wit the mamas on points
city wise guys, gritty high guys, pretty mamas
i even make boricua, shake the t-tty tatas
harlem world slugger, watch it explode like pearl harbor
screw ma, get a girl’s vodka
and get them hotter, slide ’em off, twist ’em proper
yo i’m a s-x fiend, f-ckin in my 400 hundred lex’ ring
flex cream, presidential rolly wit gets gleam

[chorus 2x]

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