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Big on the underground, what's the point of knocking me down? |
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Everyone knows I'm already good on the ground |
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Most of us stay strong, shit don't really bound us |
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I can go on my own making bombs with rubber bands |
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Have my hard dance, I'ma need a man for romance |
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Streets are making 'em hard, so they selfish little roamers |
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Jumping girl to girl, make us meat like burgers |
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When I get fat I'm gon' pop me out some leaders |
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Protocol to be a Rocawear model |
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It didn't really drop that way, my legs hit the hurdle |
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Protocol to be a rocker on a label |
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It didn't really drop that way, my beats were too evil |
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Now I got a little paper for later so I'm stable |
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Better something, better come, I could get cable |
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Ghetto pops, food drops, store them in my stable |
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Pop 'em up, pop 'em down, eat 'em off my table |
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Village got on the phone, said the street is coming to town |
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They wanna check my papers, see what I carry around |
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Credentials are boring, I burnt them at the burial ground |
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They order me about I'm an outlaw from the badlands |
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Put away shots for later, so I'm stable |
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Live in trees, chew on feet, watch 'Lost' on cable |
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Bird flu gonna get you, made it in my stable |
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From the crap you drop on my crop when they pay you |
