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Can you hear me now? Good! (Blueprint 2 baby!) |
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The best of times, it was the worst of times (aoww) |
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It's \"The Gift & the Curse\" |
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R.O.C. YEAH, number one click HERE |
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If you represent US, throw them diamonds up YEAH |
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Now let's be CLEAR, I ain't goin no-WHERE |
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Now that you KNOW, holla at your boy |
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HOV'. (Hov', Hov', Hov') |
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(Hov', Hov', Hov', Hov') |
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Yeah, Roc-A-Fella Records |
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You know what diamond is |
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We ain't goin nowhere, put your diamonds up |
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Standin in my b-boy stance |
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Free, Beans, Memphis where you at nigga? |
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(Right here) Snatch Cam and it's a rap |
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This here rap belong to us, nobody strong as us, it's a fact |
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Hold up I'm just warmin up, gimme a second to get it back |
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Young Chris, Neek what? Oschino and Sparks |
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Next summer's yo' summer, tear this mother****er up |
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Young is eternal, my young'uns'll burn you |
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\"The Blueprint\" birthed, nigga I earthed you, you can't be serious |
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Young cause I'm thirty-two, dressed like I'm twenty-two |
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Flow like a 18, do what I wanna do |
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Goin on my 8th ring, got Phil Jackson's and |
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flow is black magic, I'm at it again |
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Rose Bowl with black karats, \"Horse & Carriage\" to spend |
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like Mason Betha, chasin this cheddar, to the end |
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of the road because the end I'm told is nearer than we know |
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What can I say but live for today, HOV'! |
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Yeah, \"The Blueprint 2\" homey, follow the moves |
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You put on two tube socks, you couldn't walk in my shoes |
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I was dealt a bad hand, **** what else could I do |
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but keep somethin up my sleeve that'll help me through |
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But can you believe, everywhere I'm at, models come through |
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Cat-fightin, cat-walkin, it happens often |
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It's true how society don't want me to move |
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into the penthouse building with spectacular views |
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They're like uhh, \"He's a menace he could never be a tenant\" |
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I'm like ooh, what's a young nigga to do? |
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I bring the brothers to the building give a feeling that I don't |
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give a **** we just chillin watchin chandelier ceilings high as **** |
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Old lady, don't blow my high |
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'specially if you don't know my life, don't make me bring |
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Sharpton in it cause I'm dark-skinneded or |
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dude with the 'fro and the Rainbow Coalition, I'ma |
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victim of a single parent household, born in a mousehole |
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Mousetrap, niggaz wanna know |
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How so, how Jay get up out that, here, yeah |
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I snatched purses I per-se-vered, yeah |
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I had work, fiends purchased, it was clear |
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I was out there sellin hope for despair, but stop there |
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I swear, I only make good from my mouth to God's ears |
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Had to get out the hood |
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And I can't justify genocide |
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But I was born in the city where the skinny niggaz die |
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Born in the city where the skinny niggaz ride |
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And as a skinny nigga I had beef with high size |