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Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town |
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Every time I drive by you're just standin' around |
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Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your hand |
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Don't you know you're just a worker and your boss is my man? |
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L.L. this, L.L. that, soon as I walk in the place |
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I wanna take my gun and shoot you in your muthafuckin' face |
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You're playin' me too close with the schemin' and games |
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I guess the beef and the bullshit is the price of fame |
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Movies, records, goin' on tour |
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Twenty-thousand people hip-hoppin' on the floor |
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Whole parties body-rockin', and everything's chill |
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Get back to New York, and the suckers act ill |
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See I fought with the devil, made a promise to God |
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I have experience in goin' all the way to the top |
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It's harder harder than hard |
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All the suckers are barred |
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You used to try to talk down now your ego is scarred |
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See the problem is you want what another man has |
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His car, his wife, or his razzamatazz |
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But that's weak, you gotta do work on your own |
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cuz when you're rich you got friends |
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but when you're poor you're alone |
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So get your own on your own, it'll strengthen your soul |
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Stop livin' off your parents like you're three years old |
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Instead of walkin' like you're limp and talkin' yang about me |
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why don't you take your monkey-ass and get a college degree? |
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Or write a rhyme and ride a bike and try to live carefree |
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Hope my message reaches you before you're seventy-three |
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A old man, when people ask you what you did with your life |
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you'll say "I hated L.L. and I carried a big knife" |
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Every day is a chase, every day is a race |
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and every day you're being overpowered by my bass |
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Too much juice to be a deuce, I had to be a ace |
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It's like the fire's in my eyes and the gun's in my face |
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I'm stompin' stupid knuckleheads until they bleed |
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I'm the leader of the show, so it's up to me to lead |
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I'mma lead you away from drugs and petty crime |
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Lead you away from wack beats and rhyme |
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Lead you to that ticket line |
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so you can come in my show and watch the stars shine |
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Get busy, not dizzy, wanna teach the young |
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The last man who didn't listen ended up gettin' hung |
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Not that I killed him, it's just |
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He didn't wanna trust |
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the words of a master that's why you must |
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Take heed to the speech, it's gonna reach your ear |
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Don't try to say you can't hear cuz the words are clear |
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Throwin' flurries, punks scurry and I bury the rest |
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You better hurry up and rock a rhyme and give it your best |
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Cuz tonight's the night we gonna see the big fight |
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Twelve-gauge on the stage in case it don't go right |
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E-Love drives a tank, he's strong like a truck |
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If you're cryin' while you're dyin' we ain't givin' a fuck |
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L.L. Cool J is on the microphone |
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tellin' all you punk ducks "Leave me the hell alone" |
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Cuz I'm rated X, born to snap necks |
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Straight up and down, no special effects |
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I'm the professor, the teacher, the hip-hop dean |
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If Russia bombed the U.S., they'd be scared to touch Queens |
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Cuz that's where I live, and this is what I give |
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Turnin' top-notch crews into fugitives |
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They run, they frightened, they hide from King Titan |
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like a sniper when he's shootin' or a viper when he's bitin' |
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Here I am, tellin' the truth |
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and I'm spreadin' the word to my fellow youth |
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It goes man-to-man and jam-to-jam |
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I got hip-hop, rock, and love song fans |
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All you petty MC's in the state of New York |
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Gettin' a thousand for a show but you still wanna squawk |
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Can't get a decent contract, your beats ain't workin' |
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Dogged-out Pumas plus you're manager's jerkin' |
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Your mic sounds weak, remember that skeezer |
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I'm badder than Napoleon, Hitler or Caesar |
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I'm a hitman, but I'm not for hire |
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Fly girl's desire, the man you admire |
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Not only on the stage, I rock in the park |
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and I'm a killer in the daytime, and worse after dark |
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So don't never ever mess with the king of the sound |
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L.L. Cool J, the baddest around. |