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Yeah, yeah, yeah triple c yo, yo, yo I just want to inform you that triple c is back from my tomb, I was buried for a while but I came back to life, cuz thug life was callin and it was so right, and I, think for a while that y'all was missin me, sayin what happened to triple c, I ain't heard shit from that dude in a minute, well here I come to mutilate it, cut it and scrape it, gut it and tape it, gun it and take it, easy as rollin the papers, well here I am you got me just try and stop me, from infesting in your brain and makin a nest it's insane, how I came from poor living to a big name and fame, so I, pop a few like rush what's the penalty, get shot by mandoza dude's accused of a felony, so I'll, take a piss and eat every diss, and still push rocks like my main jigga kliph, and I'll, stop the time like cyclops roll wit e-money, scam some bitches wit j-hova man I swear that dude's funny, so this is my life thanks for taking the time, slip me a dub and you could be next rhyme, chorus: if you down wit triple c, go and brush your shoulders off, big pimps and hot ladies brush your shoulders off, make a career, to go and brush your shoulders off, if you just don't care, brush your shoulders off they said I couldn't do it that it couldn't be done, you can't go from shit life to being number 1, well now who got the last laugh I rush like a wave, cuz while you're thinkin I'm behind you slowly diggin your grave, and while I murder the mic, they might be fightin a fire, so I spit out water o's, shits are rounder than tires, and naw I ain't tired, I was born to do this, since I could shovel snow, they called me rutty the tulip, I spit out my two lips, the most original lines, cost of admission, is just the price of two dimes, and I shoot a dirty rhyme, makin the cover of time, hey you this is mine, can't step out of the line, and I'm sweeter than lime, and naw I ain't retired, who made up the rumor that I was getting straight fired, chrous fade out |