Okay, Alright

{*phone rings*}

Hello is Pacewon home?

No he's not in right now

Check it out now y'all

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OKAY! ALRIGHT!

OKAY! ALRIGHT!

... GREEN, GREEN, GREEN!

All we need is - GREEN, GREEN, GREEN!

All we want is - GREEN, GREEN, GREEN!

All we see is - GREEN, GREEN, GREEN!

[Pacewon]

Grimy chicks buy me kicks

I came in the door in ninety-six

There was a lot of good MC's, but where they at now?

Did they travel overseas and die from Mad Cow?

Or was it lyrics, chumps couldn't deliver it

Instead of actin they age, they actin ignorant

So insignificant rhymes I don't consider it

You're illiterate, loud and belligerent

I'm the king of bustin off in ya

Could tell ya how I feel with just one finger

Drop it on wax, without bein vulgar

Send a message out to the culture

Let 'em all know I'm a pro but I do carry arms

Hit your vest hard as Barry Bonds

Handle my gat like a lady, slugs is bisexual

You'll catch one and your girl die next to you

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[Pacewon]

I'm out to make a profit I got dough in the pocket

I toss it up like it's really no object

I get pussy when I want like Big, name spreadin like gossip

One rhyme could get you higher than chronic

I got friends that's Islamic like Chi Smoke and DJ Muhammad

They religious but they shifty as Onyx

And we speak in ebonics, roll dice and we drink 'til we vomit

Throw a rocket in the Eagle and cock it

Watch it break down the sonic barrier more quick than a comet

Females gettin hit in the bonnet

Led laced dark eyes pale face like them bitches is Gaelic

The grim reaper done made a deposit, if you want it you got it

Here it is, plug me into your socket

Like a slug go into a glock clip, I rock shit

Straight for the burbs just as well as the projects

Not just for the economics bitch, we keep it..

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{*sample scratched - "Get on down!" while female talks*}

[Pacewon]

I decorate my house and car with kitty litter

Pretty nigga, city slicker

Roll up in a GS3, ESP

I could read your mind, don't BS me pa

You think you thinkin what I'm thinkin but I'm thinkin

beat you in the motherfuckin head until my rhyme sink in

Do the damn thing baby, let it rip

This is all etiquette, and I'm gettin better kid

Cause now I seperate the subject from the predicate

The words is all edited, the verbal brawl never quits

You cocksuckin son of a nice woman

Bring your lil' rhymes and I eat 'em like rice pudding

My rhymes, I throw 'em like Dwight Gooden

You driveby pullin, you just might couldn't

I play your tape, but it sounds the same

So I threw it in the sink and rinsed it down the drain

Little trick

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