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CLIPSE lyrics : "Hear Me Out (feat. Pharrell)"

[Verse 1 - Pusha T]
I be the first one to bust, first one you lust
Experiential flows, that make our souls touch

When it comes to heat, 40-cally chrome clutch
Out the burning at 'cha teal-blue and guild up
Sorry no introduction, I was speedin'

First name Terror, first half the Clipse that leave you bleeding
Got phony rap cats, be actin' obsurd
Fake hardcore, and really y'all lovebirds

My dogs flip bricks and live in the suburbs
While y'all on the block sweatin' what the 'necks heard
Sick over this, like I had you sippin' on piss

Type thing I do to fake Dons, thinkin' it's Cris
My relations, love hate, my family, love hate
How you hold heat sideways, expect to shoot straight

My crib ADT nightly, with steel gates
And the only thing that separates us, drug weight


[Chorus - Pusha T (Pharrell)]
How can hear me out yo, what I'm talking 'bout yo
You don't want to get in this game

The world's my monopoly, wit' your (*##$ on top of me
You don't want to get in this game
So roll your dice (chicka-chicka-ah)

Tell me what you got, is it your ice (chicka-chicka-ah)
Or is it your life, do what's right (chicka-chicka-ah)
'Cause you can't roll twice

Safety's stuck, give a $#&@, negotiating wit' price

[Verse 2 - Malice]

Malice, from the Clipse, laser tap with steel tips
Hold like two rubber grips, with snug fit
You know the type, money your 'wice, money your life

Or either at the club sippin' on Henny and nice
%#@!, we pretty nice, own it at any price
Got them hardcore, wannabe thugs callin' on Christ

Yo, I run wit' common, who be dippin' on they bonds
Man, bullets and slugs, all the above wit' times ten
It can be love, like hugs and kiss, clubs or fists

Or Malice, good enough your %#@! like bloods and crips
Twist ya chil-mo, hit the road in double R's
Me and girlfriend, mix drinks and double straws

If you heard, that my dog is strapped, 'cause they are
Take kinda know face, that sound familiar
Watch your step, those that slept, they still sleepin'

Left 'em wit two in they chest and still leakin'

[Chorus]


[Outro - Pusha T]
I tried to tell you

You don't want to get in this game
But you didn't listen
You didn't $#&@in' listen, now look at you

Yo, stakes is higher now (*##$
Stakes is higher now
Yo, everybody else

Consider yourself warned

[Chorus w/ Ad-libs]

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