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Yo I try to be easy |
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I try to be calm breathe easy, it don't seem easy |
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I'm on my |
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Ps and Qs, |
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Ys and Zs, .45 on the side of me |
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Plus, four guys on the side of me, with .45 on the side of them |
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We can play now, this is a war not a playground |
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We came here to lay or get laid down, spray or get sprayed down |
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Wills for us anyday now, cops with their wall to wall raids down |
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I'm ducking and weaving, running and leaving |
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Not trying to feel the cuffs when they squeezing |
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Or the plugger they stuck to |
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Lumina So |
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I'm stuck with this nina, |
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I'm stuck with this finger |
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Itchy as fuck, you're fucked if |
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I leave ya chump |
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Went to school, but ain't stay in class, hated class |
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Only for period, yep, |
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I could relate to math |
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Played games, but the games was bad |
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You know, cops and robbers, laser tag, see what |
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I was aiming at |
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Hop scotching on niggaz faces kept my ankles bad |
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That ain't stop me from working |
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I got me a worker |
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Gotta him to work, and yeah, chopping the work up |
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Keep him on my clock, clocking my work up, niggaz know me |
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Taught him how to cook, livin his work up |
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Told him it's not the pot, it's the worker, gotta mix shorty |
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Gotta do it like this shorty |
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Clockwise, counter-clockwise, it's all in the wrist shorty |
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Fuck with me [Chorus] |
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This is a movement, this is a union |
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This is more then what you people call music |
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I'm part of this |
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Dip Set confusing |
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Tecs we moving, catch up, y'all losing |
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Y'all ain't big enough to be at the table, nope |
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Y'all ain't big enough to eat at the table, nope |
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This is powdeful music that |
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I bring to the table |
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The sequal of |
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Able, fuck with your boy [Juelz Santana] |
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You motherfuckers really don't know |
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You motherfuckers really wont know |
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I'm real fucka, |
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I really wont fold |
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I kill fuckas and wheelie off roads |
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Bangie rapper, like |
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I'm really off road |
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The pain I feel, |
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I really wont show man |
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The game is real, |
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I really don't know |
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Cam If I'ma make it or not |
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But my plan was to take it straight to the top |
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Bring my fame to the block, with me |
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Harlem's my home, so |
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I'm making it hot with me ' |
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Til the day |
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I'm layed on the block, with shots in me |
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Stay weeded, stay cheifing a blunt |
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Stay losing some more pounds, |
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I ain't eating enough, nope |
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Stop fronting homes, you wont do nothing homes |
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Killa locked this, |
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I'm what's up and coming homes |
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You better believe, one thing |
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I was always taught in my household you better achieve |
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No matter what you do, you better succeed |
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That was embedded in me, yeah, the rest was left up to me |
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So I, played my position, |
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I stayed in the kitchen |
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Base tripping on the bottom of the plate when |
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I'm mixing |
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Cake whipping on the bottom of the plate when |
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I left it |
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Eight digits when |
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I take it, break it and flip it |
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This is the |
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Matrix, I take it we live in |
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Shit, I'm seeing the sun, |
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I'm Neo the one, believe me |
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Hand picked like cotton, |
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I've been sent here not to be forgotten |
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My hands grip the dots in, |
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I get ya poppin' |
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Shoot shit, shit is poppin' |
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Move bricks get it rocking, y'all know me |
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Ya young homie from the block, y'all forgot me already? |
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Holla back, the young |
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Rocky is ready whoa! [Chorus] |
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This is a movement, this is a union |
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This is more then what you people call music |
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I'm part of this |
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Dip Set confusing |
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Tecs we moving, catch up, y'all losing |
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Y'all ain't big enough to be at the table, nope |
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Y'all ain't big enough to eat at the table, nope |
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This is powdeful music that |
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I bring to the table |
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The sequal of |
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Able, fuck with your boy |
