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Starting Line Make Yourself At Home

and a part-time job Slanging at OB's birdstand Washington High was the school I attended Til '87 graduation came and I wasn't with it Kicked out the house at

gotta play with yourself Don't pull a K off the shelf, or pull a strap out the stash I ain't gotta draw the pistol, I will chop at yo' ass I just let

dizzy Lizys, who used to dance for you, your through I can't put it more blunt, your vocab is restricted You're addicted, to the words you inflicted Time after time, line after line

' comin' to get you I'm feelin' that lynchin' comin' to get you Get out of line, niggas, we come to drop dimes Get out of line, niggas, we come to drop

million yourself You niggaz must've got a deal for your health Your CD is frozen food, it just chills on the shelf I spend big, at any time I can start

a fax The business brunch The power lunch Net and gross Who makes the most Spreadsheets and requisitions Mergers and acquisitions Real time and the bottom line

goes, I might as well kick it at home But my baby momma hate my guts and can't stand me (Yeah) Packed up, moved out, started a new family So all this

revolution start Right here, right now, right here, right now Baby baby, Can I have your number? Maybe maybe we can get together You're really gonna flip Whaen you make a trip And get yourself

the dick from your mind and shit Make that punk recognize how your time was spent How your time was lent, not how your mind was bent Get yourself back