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Man, you win some, lose some
They run the gamut from hilarious to gruesome
In my life I done caught some and threw some
And I done been in some shit
But this is one that I will never forget
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Testosterone-filled hallway confrontation spectacle
Time to see who got the testicles
I`m not the type to holler, What you wanna do then?
Hands parallel to my shoulders, I keep it movin
There`s one thing I hate is for another man to take control
Of a situation, you don`t want me to play the role
I`m in my element on Front Street, I love a spotlight
Bringin an audience to diss me is just not right
I told him, Listen stupid, I know what you`re here to do
But we`re not gonna do it
This is a movement that I`m part of it
You`re lucky I`m a righteous blackman
And you thought I had issues now, really had em back then
I turned my back with the anti-climatic spitefulness
That`s the worst type of diss
And I stepped off, adolescent, passive aggressive
Jesus Christ superstar to send the world a message
And there stood little man soft dick in hand
Wonderin What the fuck just happened? Not enough to kill a man
I turn the corner like as long as he ain`t pullin a gun
I`d rather catch a ass-whippin than run
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[ VERSE 2 ]
I put them out there bad, too, really, they had to
I turned around, they runnin right directly at me, they looked mad, too
A half a minute felt like a half an hour
When he got close enough I stuck him once for black power
All three bombed on me, started swingin me around
Hollerin, Get him down, get him down!
I`m like fuck that, y`all don`t gettin me on the linoleum
So three white boys can start stompin only one
They didn`t hold back at all
They started bangin my head against a steel locker like a freakin racket ball
Grill was all busted, the locker was rusted
And when my face hit it it split my bicuspid
They spilled blood on my `Boys N The Hood Increase the Peace` t-shirt
Now, isn`t that symbolic?
I came to school a week later with a eye full of stitches
And I held my head higher than bitches
They lookin at me like, Yeah y`all done fucked me up
What you think that`s a thing that`s gonna shut me up?
Shit, nope, still swaggerin, still battle rappin
And still not givin em the satisfaction of bein mad
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