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Mac dad-o, Karamello
We free agents.....7 years, 220 million dollars apiece

I'm the startin' power forward, Brainstorm the gambler
Uptown baller, bona fide rock handla
I got skillz handle the mic like Muggsy,
I got dreams like Hakeem to be a rich man, like Rich and Bugsy
My man I got the plan to bust a phat rhyme out,
Travelin' like Chris Webber, before he called that time out
I ain't bout that punk shit, got game but can't dunk shit
Fuck that I'm about to get on some more white men can't jump shit
See me on the court with no ups, but mad handle,
One-on-one for thirty dollars? You know I like to gamble
I got game but it ain't like I can't lose,
But lady you might catch me on the court freestylin' bout your shoes
I slang many types of rocks many types of ways
Slangin' them things since way back in the days
Niggas slangin' crack rocks, thinkin' they be ballin',
Nah, not me patna, I'd rather slang a Spalding

Last week fuck around and got a triple-double

Check the balls, check the balls

All in the ballin' in your own sweat puddles ya fallin'
Stutter-steppin' never stallin'
The illest place K is callin', but callin' K out is not wise
Lurkin' in the paint six five ready to swat flies
Burnin' ya like hot fries, the message to contenders
You better in the stands as a cotton candy vendor
(Candy Ass!)
I'm handy with my passes to perfectionists like BOW!
I do your team foul,
Be on conception with my illa crossover,
Shakin' crossovers ya lost, game over
Don't believe me? Lemme show ya.
Rip ya like a jersey new styles get in your skin,
I spot ya ass ten games eleven, you still couldn't win
Skills are blended in a matter that means much to slayer
Word to Scottie, case considered as the all-around player
Number 24 rippin' plenty more rhymes,
Many feet behind the three line, nothin' but twine
That's ya muthafuckin' be-hind, my dunks are rather di-vine,
And powerful ya done, hit the showers here's a towel,
I'ma celebrate with white out, victory becomes a Scott
The Laker girls are screamin' Psychoward muthafuckas
Usin' metaphors to rock the show my lyrical weaponry
If you think you can hang, grab your spherical, step to me

It's the six two straight from Third Ward State
University where chumps vacate,
Gimme a fast break,
Watch the camoflauge assass TAKE niggas
These fake niggas, these ole "I'm from out of state" niggas and what?
Slangin' rocks to support skin pops
Fiends know when you're home and when you're not
And real niggas open up shop, on territorial blocks
Tell the cops that you about to get stopped
Kick ya door in, illegal search found one rock
Plus a bag a pot, he brag alot told the cops that he had a plot
And he'll be out around eight o clock,
Until the cops put him in a cell block and threw away the locks
It's kinda similar for players who shine,
Both get P-T, but in the dope game, that's prison time
The Universal, contraversal, multi-versal,
See you on my tennis shoe commercial niggas
It don't quit nigga
Uptown how ya figure?
The dream team nigga, ya heard of us

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