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Yo I'm just shooting the breeze with carbon dioxide |
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That needs to be bottled and sold |
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So you can lo' and behold |
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Or would you hold it below |
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C'mon let go and be high |
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You can't deny the words I'm flipping make you reach for the sky |
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You hear the cadence that I'm kicking while I'm walking the street |
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I write rhymes just so I can go (clear throat) on beat |
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You thinks its so damn gully don't you nigga come here |
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You just a frightened little kid 4 steps from a bid |
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But let me tell you now your talking to a grown ass man |
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I put some shit in your head to fill your stomach to head |
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You don't believe me well it's taken me from here to Japan |
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That's why I'm laughing to the bank without a getaway van |
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You worrying about your ice and want your shorty to see |
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The only ice that I need is in my L I Tea |
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I keep my Hennessey straight |
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So skip the fantasy plan |
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That's why you get up and go |
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Thats shit just got up and ran |
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You steady worrying bout your cry-stal |
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Sean John pis-tol |
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Meanwhile |
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The real style |
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(Long gone?)(Nah) |
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Miss-trial |
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Guilty of the bullshit |
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Innocent of killing it |
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Even all your Fronting, Fake, Phoney Friends are feeling it |
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What's the matter with your life? |
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Strange you got something to talk about |
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That you already know about |
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And walk about |
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Get some |
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Feel good about it |
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Write it down |
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Think it over |
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Then shout it out |
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How that sound? |
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Yo if it sound like we talking to you |
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I really think you want to do that shit (c'mon do that shit) |
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And if you know on what we saying is true |
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You better act like you knew that shit (c'mon do that shit) |
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Put some action on paper now (do that shit) |
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Go ahead and be yourself child (do that shit) |
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Don't be afraid to use your own style (do that shit) |
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Come on do that shit |
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Come on do that shit |
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Now everybody want heaven but nobody want death |
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Shit a lot you kids wouldn't even settle for injured |
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So why you frontin' like you want drama see that shit ain't fly |
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You need to spend a couple nights with a drama queen |
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And did you ever seen a crack baby |
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How bout a 30-year-old woman strung out into a little old lady |
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You see some of these folks that gotta live in these streets today |
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Either shot up, smoked, or sniffed their life away |
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Yeah, you wanna talk about your triple beam dream |
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It's ironic cause you pass eight-grade maths |
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You don't know the half, third, fourth or fifth |
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Ain't old enough to drive talking about you pushing a six |
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And frontin' like you gotta watch for the narks |
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You gotta watch for your momma when your ass aint home by dark |
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You gotta watch for your birthday |
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And wrote a half a album worth of rhymes like you little weez little nigga please |
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Watch these, watch those fly by night MCs |
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Biting Jay-Z's flow, go with the breeze |
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I beseech you, get your own flow so when you blow up |
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You won't make the real heads wanna throw up |
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Yo if it sound like we talking to you |
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I really think you want to do that shit (c'mon do that shit) |
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And if you know on what we saying is true |
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You better act like you knew that shit (c'mon do that shit) |
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Put some action on paper now (do that shit) |
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Go ahead and be yourself child (do that shit) |
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Don't be afraid to use your own style (do that shit) |
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Come on do that shit |
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Come on do that shit |
