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Uh huh |
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Word Up.......... |
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Drop the beat right here |
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Yeah |
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[Chorus - repeat 2X] |
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Loooove me in a special way what more can I say |
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Love me now love love me now |
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[Verse 1] |
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Since Illmatic this shit started that never departed |
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I flossed retarded for them lost in the projects |
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I taught them logic gaining courses in college |
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Chased dollars but to me whats most important is knowledge |
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Know the ledge for ya'll niggas that so on the edge |
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It ain't nothin for an infrared to go in your head |
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Life in the streets schooled me well movin light on my feet |
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So deep had me jumpin up at night in my sleep |
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Hold ya heat if you that nigga that's influencing beef |
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I'm trying to eat dont have me put two in ya feet |
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99 ways i made out to never fade out never get played out |
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Got guns blast ya way out |
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Chorus |
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[Verse 2] |
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Saw the worst when I was growing |
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Unknowing my quest until I had reality thrown at my chest |
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Why would it stress it seem a nigga zone at his best |
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Is it a test at times I feel my soul is possesed |
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Flavors of Guess throw key at major connects |
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Crazy respect goin through it made me a vet |
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Gettin down on grounds forbidden |
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Made bails from ?????? to the cells in Clinton listen |
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We could war till we no more either or |
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Or just ball till we all score it's on ya'll |
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Did this one for the streets watchin |
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And the D's in the streets let them keep clockin |
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We clean got love for the whole game |
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To go change fake I.D.'s and the code names but no lames |
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3 op's and theres more to come we all as one |
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Recognize I been this raw since young |
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Chorus |
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[Verse 3] |
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Was I sent for the sinners that never repent |
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Or just another thug bent trying to pay for his rent |
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Days in contempt I see how ya'll amazed in suspense |
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Ways spent catch me at the major events |
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So blow a herb on ya corner curb my word |
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Doe or Die I was born a swerve bet that |
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From 40 bottles to the champagne twist a pop |
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White Lables to the brand names kids on top |
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And let's toast for the lost souls |
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And pray enough to hope and meet em at the crossroads reunite |
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Hope I live to see 88 with crazy cake |
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In a baby shaped burgandy Bentley with Haiti plates |
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Chorus 2X |