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We them back pack niggas |
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Rap rap niggas |
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You'll be talking shit about all day |
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Internet underground, niggas |
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Our intellect just won't allow use to make records y'all way |
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Get over yourselves, ****er |
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Get over yourselves, sucker |
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Guess that we them back pack niggas |
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Rap rap niggas |
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Who will never sell a record, no way |
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Guess what sucker |
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We made it, we made it, we made it |
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But we did it our way, our way, our way |
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Though it took some time but we finally made it |
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Now can you truly say that you made it? Your way |
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Dear mister end all be all of an opinion |
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**** what you're saying, you've got fans but we've got minions |
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Plus Eminem got Stan's like an arena, I went and seen it |
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From abroad to back home, y'all ain't got to clap |
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We're gonna make this track clap, clap, clap for him |
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Let me take your back, we turn one song to a group, to a concert, to a record deal |
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And yes it feels more like carpentry than artistry God's work let's get real |
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All you hear is them niggas like 50 too while we in the 62 |
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But it ain't no industry business I ain't privy to |
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Yeah and for y'all niggas that tired of it |
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Just lay down and picture your soul over your body |
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Get over yourselves, ****er |
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Get over yourselves, sucker |
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Check my rhyme, timeline, I took time with every line |
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Now I don't rhyme unless a check gets signed |
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My bank account, it don't look bad |
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I got house gang, hood swag |
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I'm a Crook that'll Jump Off with 5'9"'s or a good jab |
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Hell yeah, I could brag, dude ain't never switch |
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Whether the booth or on the strip I kept a Mac in my book bag |
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You mad little nigga cause I'm holding the belt |
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Do some ad-libs nigga, get over yourself |
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I'm here for the duration, you're here to reputation |
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Slide them Dre's over your shit, prepare your ears for devastation |
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'Cause if Yaowa on that mother****er Yaowa going in |
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Y'all wan' be mad go right ahead but once again |
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Get over yourselves, ****er |
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Get over yourselves, sucker |
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As a poster child for Photoshop my whole image was wrong |
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Straight out a movie, took a pill and all my limits were gone |
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Now you mention the best and you gotta argue, son |
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Clothes I used to borrow some, now it's name brand drawls |
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Just so my dick can see how far I've come |
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Changing the topic to women they know me to keep mine in labels |
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That's how they drape judging of shapes I should keep mine in stables |
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They left him for dead, took him to watch me resurrect, that shit's pathetic |
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Shouldered the blame it's a shame it took hindsight to give me credit |
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I got kitchens in the masters, the fish tank is a wall |
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I got couches in the closets, my estate is confused |
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We say that blatantly for the fools that missed with a blessing that steal |
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There's no other outcome when you question my will |
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Get over yourselves, ****er |
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Get over yourselves, sucker |
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They say I'd never make it, never make it |
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My rhyme scheme is a crime scene, dog I yellow tape it |
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For lyrical murder, I'm on the verge of my next merger |
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Had to crawl before I walk so after I ex Gerber |
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I took it a step further |
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I took over the web servers |
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I took over the west word to these fresh words |
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And rode the wave of web surfers |
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A circus - that's what this industry makes me think about |
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Cause selling out's a shortcut integrity's the scenic route |
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But you have never seen a crew or better team |
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While you forever sleep we're doing everything you ****ers dream about |
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Sucker Slaughterhouse is what they scream and shout |
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Not the crowd, I mean your bitch now |
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Get over yourselves, ****er |
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Get over yourselves, sucker |
