[Intro: Black Thought]
To all the Jim Carrey-ass, Mars Co-op
KnowhatI'msayin? Mars Co-op, what the fuck?
To the clones, we bless the domes
Blow the vial, you know my style, large co-op
Freestyle all the way, son
Dice
[Verse 1: M.A.R.S]
First of all, let's talk about these ill capers
And fly-ass frontin' bitches that now caught vapors
Niggas run up on you with guns, snatchin' papers
Outlined body chalk, is how they would scrape ya
From off the pavement, I hate gettin' locked up
'Cause that upstate bus reminds me of the slave ships
But then The Bible never saved shit
I guess that's why every juvenile is in the same predicament
You wanna slang crack, or hold TEC's, and do the concept
You can't make loot when your moms is smokin' up the product
I try to tell ya, don't let these streets fuckin' fail ya
The way niggas be gettin' clapped, the shit'll fuckin' scare ya!
But in the dark, we ran wild, son, we killin' 'em
Niggas scared, can't stand still like fuckin' helium
Fake niggas, they don't go platinum, they go aluminum
Got 'em cloned the fuck up, son, that's why we losin' 'em
I'm lookin' at this nigga's longevity
To make a big play, but then, it might be a mistake
'Cause if I get sent to D.C., I'm sendin' Dice to D.E
With three P's, so when I get out, he can see me
For real, 'cause the streets is filled with snakes and rats
The snake will be that bitch, and that rat will be that cool cat
With swollen pockets, we gonna take you back home
Master-Allah-Rule-Savior, never clone
To all the Jim Carrey-ass, Mars Co-op
KnowhatI'msayin? Mars Co-op, what the fuck?
To the clones, we bless the domes
Blow the vial, you know my style, large co-op
Freestyle all the way, son
Dice
[Verse 1: M.A.R.S]
First of all, let's talk about these ill capers
And fly-ass frontin' bitches that now caught vapors
Niggas run up on you with guns, snatchin' papers
Outlined body chalk, is how they would scrape ya
From off the pavement, I hate gettin' locked up
'Cause that upstate bus reminds me of the slave ships
But then The Bible never saved shit
I guess that's why every juvenile is in the same predicament
You wanna slang crack, or hold TEC's, and do the concept
You can't make loot when your moms is smokin' up the product
I try to tell ya, don't let these streets fuckin' fail ya
The way niggas be gettin' clapped, the shit'll fuckin' scare ya!
But in the dark, we ran wild, son, we killin' 'em
Niggas scared, can't stand still like fuckin' helium
Fake niggas, they don't go platinum, they go aluminum
Got 'em cloned the fuck up, son, that's why we losin' 'em
I'm lookin' at this nigga's longevity
To make a big play, but then, it might be a mistake
'Cause if I get sent to D.C., I'm sendin' Dice to D.E
With three P's, so when I get out, he can see me
For real, 'cause the streets is filled with snakes and rats
The snake will be that bitch, and that rat will be that cool cat
With swollen pockets, we gonna take you back home
Master-Allah-Rule-Savior, never clone
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