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(feat. Pete Rock, Phife Dawg) |
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[Phife] |
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Now in this hip-hop world I happen to live in, heads be bitching |
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It's a wonder that when the punks walk, they don't be switching |
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Someone always got something to say, and I be itching |
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To verbally bust their whole ****ing frame, I ain't kidding |
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Nothing wack over here, moneygrip, I'm always hitting |
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And being that my name is Phife Dawg, I just be shitting |
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All over the track by Diamond, **** a rumor |
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If you try to bite this style you might catch a brain tumor |
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Nowadays it's eather the Heather or cheddar, **** the babbling |
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Put your money where your mouth is or there'll be no battling |
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Don't play yourself and get dissed by Malik, it's too embarassing |
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Take it straight to your face like Vin Rock, **** the Samaritans |
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I'm out to get the cheddar, no deals, I ain't having it |
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Never to work again in my life, **** Blake Harrington |
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East Coast representation, as well as West |
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Rub daddy speak, better listen, diggey knows best |
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[Diamond] |
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I'm swerving on MC's with these degrees |
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The only cheese you've seen is from promotional fees, please |
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I don't congregate with small timers |
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I leave you scratching your head like Alzheimer's |
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In a corner with four-timers smoking pretty women |
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With this city rhythm I get witty with them |
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Big D a.k.a. Ben Grin, I send men defending |
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You run home and then send |
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Your whole team back, scoped out I lean back |
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Focused on greenbacks, niggas want to see me in green slacks |
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Upstate doing a bid |
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But I got plans reclined at the Sands |
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With my team, in the name of cream |
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Sipping on Jim Beam, still scoped your scheme |
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It seems to me, it's obvious, it seems to be jealousy |
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**** it if it means the beat |
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Cause I dream to be the next one on the top |
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I might blow up, but I won't go pop |
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**** the props, I want to breeze with the cheese |
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And my squeeze in the Florida Keys |
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Pains and strife, let me live my life |
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Born into a world that's trife |
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Like a knife I cut through the mazes |
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State to state smashing down stages, overcome with... [x2] |
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[Diamond] |
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I'm off the hook, no more working off the book |
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I often look at how MC's turn soft and book |
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Look, you couldn't fade this renegade |
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>From when it's made, plus your rhymes are minute made |
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What's the deal, for real I watch you |
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Got you under my skin like Sinatra |
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Raise the stakes, see I believe it pays to make |
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A thousand ways to take your tasty cake |
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[Pete Rock] |
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Hit the spotlight, and let me get right |
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Crowd anticipation when we rock the mic |
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It's like sex, good to the very last nut |
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Every word that we say, every cliche |
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So check the survery, Phife Dawg rhyming with Diamond |
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Niggas get astounded, all simple like Simon |
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Cream, working on plots and schemes |
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To hit big clientel to the fullest, so represent, kid |
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Pains and strife, let me live my life |
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Born into a world that's trife |
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Like a knife I cut through the mazes |
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State to state smashing down stages, overcome with... [x2] |
