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    Watch it
    Move back away from him
    Is he dead?

    [Sigh]
    He passed out on the sofa

    Whoa!

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    [Pacewon]
    Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!
    Light a blunt, get pumped
    P-A-C-E
    Live entertainment, replace TV
    Made for the kids, the DJs and fiends
    Makin' y'all jam like freeways and streets (Screech!)
    I keep it moving like soul to soul
    Record label, my whole team going gold
    Dumbin' out
    You run your mouth rapid
    'Till I see your face and I slap it
    Yo! I'm a wizard at this
    Weave a spell, it's like magic
    Turn that bully boy into a faggot
    Turn that pig cop that been jockin' you right back to maggots
    Turn his blue steel into plastic
    Yo! I turn boogie in the goodie, sit back and roll a fat one
    Turn a vinyl record into platinum
    Turn a real calm motherfucker to a thug that want action
    I'm here to heal the sick, I'm like aspirin
    Yo! I walk on water like the saviour (Pacewon!)
    I declared war on the mayor
    You know me, low key
    Sittin' on my porch gettin' high I'm like Smokey
    Chipped up celly
    Cussin' out Sony (Where the fuck is my cheque?)
    Yo! I don't just live by reputation
    I'm thuggin', with a weapon waitin'
    To slug you
    Love to
    Treat me like Gotti when I come through
    Run crews, aunts and uncles I love

    I touch (You! You! You!)
    Let me set it off for (You! You! You!)
    Always keep it raw for (You! You! You!)
    Rock it to the core for (You! You! You!)
    Yo! What you want? Yo! (You! You! You!)
    Yo! Can't touch me (You! You! You!)
    Mad 'cos your girl wanna...Uhhh (You! You! You!)
    Who got as much money (You! You! You!)
    Yo! What you want?

    Yo! I always think busy
    Keep the money crispy
    Smoke out back to back phillys
    Let's go half
    I got fifty
    You fuckin' with a grisly
    Hippie, make you feel jiggy
    Make your girl wanna fuck, wanna cuddle up and kiss me
    Licky, licky, tricky, dizzy, silly
    I don't need game, I just keep it on the real-ly
    Bust shots like they 9 mill-y
    'Tis for my people in The Bricks
    For my people out in Philly
    Connecticut, New York city
    Bad Boy, see the no smokin' signs
    Still light a blitty
    Dance around like P. Diddy
    Greedy motherfucker, don't care
    Grab your kitty by the titty
    She love it
    Like Kim do Biggie (Huh!)
    Dig me, the world move quickly
    Killin' off the weak and the sickly
    Believe it or not it's like rippies
    Some niggas rap, some niggas flip keys
    Some bitches strip-tease
    Some work at Wimpy
    Gotta crush, hot and heavy on an MC
    And like Fat Joe, jealous ones envy
    Pacewon, you wanna be like me
    Carhartt cap on, new pair of Nikes
    Virgo vibes, might pull a Piscies
    Too close to Aries, turn out to be sheisty
    Yo! I'm being watched by a strike team,
    Wanted by the feds before the age of nineteen
    Yo! Yo! Be careful standin' by me
    I'm tricky, might slip a mickey in your ice cream
    Yo! Yo! Yo! 'Till my day come
    Best regards all of y'all
    Pacewon

    You! You! You!
    You! You! You!
    Keep it raw for (You! You! You!)
    Rock it to the core for (You! You! You!)
    Yo! What you want? Yo! (You! You! You!)
    Yo! Can't touch me (You! You! You!)
    Mad 'cos your girl wanna...Uhhh (You! You! You!)
    Who got as much money (You! You! You!)
    Yo! What you want?

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