Dues and Don'ts

Uh huh

That's right be yourself yo

That's right

Ya got to be yourself yo

That's right

And do your own thing

Yo do your own thing

Yo I slings from the waist with mines but I don't waste time

Once again here to set the new trend

Whatever the plan we shakes in all style

Better check the file don't change the dial

You locked in nigga we raisin' the stock ten

Better tell your friends where it all begins

Point blank, niggas ain't nothin' but low rank

The cap-tain lookin at rippin' the ass clean

The vaccine ain't nothin' but pure medi-cine

The sure shot niggas should keep they door locked

Ain't no block hotter than your's? Make sure

While brothers is waterin' down rhymes stay pure

One-hundred percent organic, goddammit

Be doin' my thing until I'm yanked off the planet

Hard like granite, your stones are zercon(ia)

Costume, fillin' your lungs with gas fumes

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Yo, don't change yo' shit because you heard my shit

Get back in the lab and try to reword shit

I show you the hands, you get yo' vision blurred wit'

It's Rasco here to enhance the cash flow

(Second time through minus 'Yo')

(Get it off your chest then)

I got things on my mind, react and rhyme at the same time

Never comin' close to mine, my stratosphere speaks loud and clear

The same shit as last year

Why do niggas change they style and then flip?

Get a couple fans, some grands, and then slip

Don't you understand you should stand for yourself,

to make sure your records don't stand on the shelf?

Never make songs to please these emcees

And next time, nigga, I'm charging you five g's

Four hundred degrees, ice cold deep freeze

And emcees be thinkin' they the fuckin' Bee Gees

Sometimes you have to lead a feign to the fame

To make sure you still stick around in the game

Sit home and train, circulatin' through the veins

You outta your brain, you know the goddam name

The same cat that brought you back to the times

When niggas was true and did it all for the rhymes

Now it's all changed, these cats think short range

Forgettin' the art, they do it all for the chart

But is he really smart for doin' the same shit,

that one thousand other motherfuckers came wit'?

I don't think so, I got coins to invest

While you clowns are still tryin' to win a contest

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(Last, but not least)

Don't use the underground

For tryin' to shield you and that wackass sound

I'll still be around, watchin' niggas freestyle

I came back, I know I've been gone for a while

I may not be the best, what I be tryin' to stress

Is how I can make a lot more doin' less

Peace to the West, I just earned a piece

I told y'all you shouldn't let the dog of the leash

Don't bite, especially when you know it ain't right

And don't drop your songs when you know it ain't tight

I shines the light, do the best that you can

You always should have a whole different sideplan

My thoughts adjust to a different mind frame

Be exact, no time for the little mind games

I keeps my feet firmly planted in the street

To get y'all wit' nothin' but the bonifide heat

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