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(feat. Mr. Lee Gee) |
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Yea, from BK to the world. I've had enough |
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[Masta Ace] |
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Now-a-days, the range ain't big enough |
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Moskino ain't jig enough |
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I'm kind of iced out |
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But my chain ain't thick enough |
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Album ain't hot enough |
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Label said its not enough, singing in the hook |
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I need to change my look |
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My rims ain't big enough, chrome don't shine enough |
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I shopped Fifth Fab, but I still can't find enough |
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Iceberg to swerve, don't dress gay enough |
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No airplay, so I guess I ain't pay enough |
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Cristale don't floss enough |
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And I still ain't lost enough |
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Album barely gold, guess I ain't try enough |
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Video wasn't fly enough, budget wasn't high enough |
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And I ain't lie enough, about crack sales and jail |
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Yall feeling me like braill, well I still got no sales |
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Must ain't soul enough, 'cause my heart ain't cold enough |
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Said I was "Born 2 Roll", but they said I ain't roll enough |
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Guess I got to brag more, must don't boast enough |
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Aint New York enough, ain't west coast enough |
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But that's fine 'cause I'm gon' focus on mine |
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And hoping that two-thousand-nine is enough time |
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Wrote enough rhymes to be on album number fifty |
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You'll see how I'm on it, if you hung enough with me |
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The rap game is a book, and I've read mad chapters |
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And if you ask me, it ain't enough mad rappers |
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[Chorus: Mr. Lee Gee] |
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Somebody, tell me what the deal is *I had enough* |
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Niggaz got to know it's for real |
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[Masta Ace] |
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Niggaz only rocking them jewels for you to see |
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Like Ghostface, nigga dont front for me |
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Enough is enough, we gon' start calling you bluff |
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Watching your moves, we gon' be, all in your stuff |
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Fuck around then come through rocking enough ice |
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Looking nice in high price, niggaz is nuff shiest |
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Guess it ain't enough thugs, enough drugs on the streets |
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And niggaz ain't busting enough slugs |
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Not enough caucasians, no one stresses |
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Project girls rock vesses, not dresses |
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Enough lessons learned, play with fire burn |
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Enough dough get made, not of it earned |
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Enough wildin', fuck that yo, enough smilin' |
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I rep Brooklyn, Manhattan, Staten Island |
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Queens plus the BX, not enough teks |
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Not enough cops, killing us all for paychecks |
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[Chorus] |
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[Masta Ace] |
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Enough if this, enough of that, enough crap |
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Enough wack radio stations set enough rap |
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And they got the nerve to try to flaunt it |
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Will my album get enough buzz if there's enough niggaz on it |
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When we get in the house, it's like its haunted |
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We got you shook, mad niggaz from the Brook', look |
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Enough cats with crack moes and mack hoes |
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Enough cats with wack flows pack shows |
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Enough of these, enough of those, it never slows |
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It just grows, your girl don't wear enough clothes |
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These no-brainers, are lost entertainers |
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They found on billboards, greatest sale gainers |
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Enough beans and Benz, enough fly honies with dime friends |
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That want to juice you for you ends |
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It's getting rough, a whole lot of intricate stuff |
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Mad crime though, like McGruff, enough's enough |
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[Chorus x4] |
