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(feat. Masta Ace) [kung fu sample] |
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They told me, what happened, alright |
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You're still young, and things like that always happen |
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When you'll learn, then you'll know not to make those mistakes [Inspectah Deck] |
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Really? These dudes don't want it with |
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Deck, no, my set glow |
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Hate it or you love it, but you gonna respect though |
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You ain't got to know my name, check the blood, sweat & tears |
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For years, niggas know |
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I bang I'm a made nigga, caking what you call a boss |
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On my own two, never taking orders from ya'll |
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What I spit, get the corners involved, it's wreck on the yard |
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It's House |
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Gang, son, it's more than hard |
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The life that'll glamour and glitz, best believe |
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On the flip side, nigga, it's them hammers and clips |
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Wanna live in high fashion and rich, so we scramble the strip |
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Camouflage, with they hand on the grip |
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Ain't nothing gon' stop kid from getting his due |
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No, your feets not big enough to fit in his shoe |
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I don't rock what you rap, niggas, they be pole |
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On 'the wire', just not |
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HBO They under fire, edge around the way we know |
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They know they time up, guess that's why they hate me so |
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But yo, they will never take me though, |
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I had to go like |
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Montana, licking, sniffing crazy blow |
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Still I be |
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Hard to Kill like |
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Seagal Warrior built, big shield and long sword |
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One Six Ooh'ing it, doing it, king size |
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Salutations, that's respecting the king eyes |
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For those that follow my lead, attract to the light |
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At the same time, marvel the speed |
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I'm so dope, |
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I can bottle it free |
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The most influential, modern day murderous he [U-God] |
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Yo, deep in the bungalo, chopping the motherload |
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Carving my own path, taking another road |
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I need a son to soul, he brought the troops with him |
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It sounds presidential, |
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I got the truth serum |
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Don't want the booth near him, respect in the sabotage |
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I'm on the patio, stretched in my camouflage |
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And my grammar's hard, the |
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Wolverine skeleton |
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I be the yellow man, snatching on the other brand |
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But on the other hand, light up the darkness |
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I'm stir fried, nigga, yeah, |
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I'm heartless |
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My apartment is a hole in the wall, nigga |
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Pass me the rock, stop holding the ball |
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I told you before, under worser conditions |
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Chessboxing, nigga, mic's a dead body position [Masta Ace] |
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Aiyo, it's time to make cash dinero |
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I'm going to the |
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Summer Jam concert to bash your hero |
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Lie up in your bedroom, smash your bureu |
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We looking for the money, man, pass the |
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Euro Apartment to pesos, pass the yen |
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And, we don't want to have to ask again |
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Cuz we ain't gon' be laughing then |
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These three men, take on your whole staff and win |
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Look, labels stay messing with a cat's future |
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And that weighs on me heavy like |
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Rasputia But |
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I still keep spitting like a shortshop |
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I'mma be sitting at the table when the cork pop |
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You gon' be sitting at the table with a porkchop |
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Lacking on the beat like a short cop |
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It's your boy |
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Ace, BK's own |
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All you ringtone rap dudes, please stay home, come on |