It's like a triple stage darkness Listen and drift Every muscle in your skin Starts to shake and shift You can hate the gift But my phrases daze ya Click, spray ya face When I spit I mean it Ya just too conceited Repeating and repeating Your a thug'd out gangsta' PIMP 'til ya believe it Seems like there's too much Pac We don't need it I'm cool on your heat You can keep it It's not a big secret This is a game ya can't win Ya singin' the same thing But were bringin' the yin So just close your eyes And pretend again That ya skin isn't as thin As the skin ya in (Bitch) Give me a second Just to spell it out So Nobody can twist What I'm takin' about I don't Have to fake anything I feel Because We both know Every word is real So Give me a second Just to spell it out So Nobody can twist What I'm takin' about I don't Have to fake anything I feel Because We both know Every word is real
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