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    Hahaha
    You're wasting your talent, Randy
    It's like I'm paranoid, looking over my back
    It's like a whirlwind inside of my head
    It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within
    It's like the face inside is right...
    Why does it look like night today?
    Something in here's not right today
    Why am I so uptight today?
    Paranoia's all I got left
    I don't know what stressed me first
    Or how the pressure was fed
    But, I know just what it feels like
    To have a voice in the back of my head
    It's like a face that I hold inside
    A face that awakes when I close my eyes
    A face that watches every time they lie
    A face that laughs every time they fall
    (And watches everything)
    So I know that, when it's time to sink or swim
    That the face inside is hearing me
    Right underneath my skin.
    It's like I'm paranoid, looking over my back
    It's like a whirlwind inside of my head
    It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within
    It's like the face inside is right...
    You know I thug 'em, fuck 'em, love 'em, leave 'em
    Cause I don't fucking need 'em
    Take 'em out the 'hood, keep 'em lookin' good
    But I don't fucking feed 'em
    First time they fuss I'm breezing, talking about: What's the reason?
    I'm a pimp in every sense of the word bitch
    Better trust and believe him
    In the cut where I keep 'em
    Til I need a nut, til I need to beat the guts
    Then it's, beep, beep and I'm pickin 'em up
    Let 'em play with the dick in the truck
    Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs
    Divorce him and split his bucks
    Just because you got good head, I'm gonna break bread
    So you can be livin' it up? Shit I..
    Parts with nothin', y'all be frontin'
    Me give my heart to a woman?
    Not for nothin', never happen I'll be forever mackin'
    Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion
    I got no patience
    And I hate waitin'...
    Hoe get yo' ass in
    And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE... check 'em out now
    RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah
    And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE... check 'em out now
    RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah
    We doin'... big pimpin', we spendin' G's
    Check 'em out now
    Big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s
    We doin'... big pimpin' up in N.Y.C.
    It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
    Yo yo yo.. big pimpin', spendin' G's
    We doin'... big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s
    We doin'... big pimpin' up in N.Y.C.
    It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
     

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