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"Where did you go? I've been running around the world Gotta let you know I got the empire state now I'm working on the next part Trying to build an empire, I'm wishing on the Death Star I murdered the dish, I eloped with the spoon Tri-coastal and the third coast is the moon When it hits your eye like a get in your eye thing And we do the I like you like like you like like thing I can't promise I won't be dressed like a viking When I do the whole picking you up on my bike thing Another white rapper's CD in my spokes I would swear ya'll converted to rap for the jokes I spit black smoke, I'm the hip hop pope They make anti-me PSA's cuz I'm dope And when it's not clear you can cope, the worlds a negative iPod You just hear 'nope' Nights on the pavement, you just stop breathin' On some Liz Lemon movin' back to Cleveland Street lights people, up and down the boulevard Don't stop believin in your journey, and I know it's hard They call me Violet Beauregard, cuz I just blow up, no regard All I really need is a bar to belly up to A balcony, a star crossed lover to yell up to So what are you up to? This weekend I'm free Till then I'll just shine and let you find meExplain I shine like the sun My mouth is a gun, pop off and they run, two things like a pun This is not just for fun and I cut with my tongue My mouth's a Swiss army, take over your country I run like a humvee, I don't need gas-o-line I run on these rappers so skip the stromboli I make these niggas say 'Great' like Tony So how the fuck you gonna say these bitches don't know me? How the fuck you gonna say these bitches don't know me When you all on the tip of my dick like Moby The wait is over, no baking soda I saw them dudes move bricks and boulders I saw them dudes move flats and corners And they moved that sugar like Russell Stover I got that green like a four leaf clover Get rich or die tryin' like my name two quarters Dope boys they get me, we got the same hustle till the tank on empty And if you dope boy, better watch the Wire And get the shit straight, turn back, retire Cuz one in a mil turn snow to fire You either move weight, play ball or neither Because I'm neither, the hood Macgyver The boy blew up like he knew Al Quaeda My life so sweet that my balls Godiva The world in front and the hood behind us The hood behind us Yea The hood behind us "