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Drop the drums, here it comes, only got |
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two minutes to bounce, and every second counts |
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Better press, wreck on your tech, here we go, set pass the Moet |
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My trickery's more slippery when wet |
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Wicked as I flip, don't trip, get a grip |
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It'll kick, if the bass line's thick, it's a hit |
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Everybody's got a mic now, its like a hobby |
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But more like a job, cause bootleggers tryin to rob me |
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And little man wants to be a rap, star |
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Make papes, hit skins, drive a fat car |
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It ain't easy, sleazy even |
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Deceivin those we, believe in |
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No benefits, just tricks and chicks |
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Knock a pig to pick, so here's a stick to lick |
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I shoot a gift, til there ain't none left |
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And if I find that the track sound def |
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I catch wreck till I lose my breath |
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That's how it goes in the land of broke |
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I dispose of those, rock shows, and collect my dough |
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Now I suppose I'm the bad guy, why? |
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I say, "Hi," and try to stay high |
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Life's a mess don't stress, test.. of givin |
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but be thankful that you're livin.. blessed |
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Guess who's back, comin back with the track supplied |
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by Special Ed and Ak, comin right and exact |
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I'm fightin it back, now snap, where they at? |
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When it's time to go to combat, guess who's back |
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[Chorus: repeat 4X] |
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"Yes I'm back" - [Special Ed] |
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"Tupac is" .. back!! |
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Drop the drums, here it comes, only got |
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one minute to bounce, and every second counts |
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I went from hustlin dicks, to makin hits, bustin flicks |
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Now I'm sure to be rich for ninety-six |
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I pull my 'capes on tapes, and make, papes |
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Trace the bass, to the tape with the baddest bass to date |
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I try to shake it but the pace is hard to break |
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Good thoughts I wait, cause they hate my black take |
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Yeah, it's on, and it's packed in the rap race |
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But if ya got a black face, its a rat race |
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I struggle to be rugged and raw, Dukes |
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Tryin to survive in the trials and lawsuits |
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Everybody wants to test me, WHY ME? |
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No lie, nuckas cried when they try me |
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Givin up the roughness, justice |
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I'ma bust as I'm rippin up 'nuff hits |
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And guess who's back? No longer trapped |
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Cause I snapped on the ones that held me back, feel the contact |
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Ride the track, get I grip as I flip |
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Ghetto wickedness I kick, guess who's back? |
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[Chorus 1.5X] |
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"Yes I'm back, cause I never did front" - [cut 'n' scratched] |
