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Hardcore, real ill niggas |
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I'm internationally known |
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When I be on the mic |
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Hardcore, real ill niggas |
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I'm internationally known, yo |
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Hardcore, real ill niggas |
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I'm internationally known |
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When I be on the mic |
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Hardcore, real ill niggas |
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So all hail the honorable |
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It's to my real ill niggas, heavyweight hitters |
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Dough getters, fifty ways to make figures |
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My niggas, that come on the spot to feel sisters |
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Like they hear real spitters and kids on the zigga-ziggas |
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When it's ugly, then the club is lovely |
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Thugs be sipping Hennessey and bubbly |
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To my comrades that keep it flaming hot |
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On dangerous blocks, claiming spots |
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Where the goal is to be one of the top-ranked soldiers |
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Forty-five holders, one of the high rollers |
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Get respect in the hood, credit is good |
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Knock it down lumberjack style, baby, extra wood |
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Rock it all night long, the bang-a-thon baby |
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Keep hanging on, we like it with the lights on |
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Don't have to blow twenty thou' to get to know honey's style |
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Show her the town, steal her heart, no money down |
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Hardcore, real ill niggas |
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I'm internationally known |
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When I be on the mic |
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How about some hardcore, yeah, we like it raw for sure |
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Broads on the floor, wall to wall |
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There's more at the door, players ball to score |
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'Cause this right here is for all of y'all |
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Rakim and Primo, yo I got what you need bro |
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You go see a show, smoke an' l, mean yo |
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And deejays play hits with hard bass kicks |
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And then they display tricks like the matrix |
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Make the record fly undetected by the naked eye |
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So just feel the vibe 'cause your ears never lie |
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Nowadays deejays bags of tricks, graphic |
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On some behind the back shit, catch it and scratch it |
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Classic, this kid got his craft mastered |
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Hands is mad quick like he mix with magic |
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Spin it back and forth and grab it and know just where it is |
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There it is |
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Hardcore, real ill niggas |
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I'm internationally known |
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When I be on the mic |
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To my elite peeps with the murderous mystiques |
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I hit the streets with beats and they critique for weeks |
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They be like, "How that kid ra reach the peak? " |
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Pull out the heat and use my technique to speak |
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It's dangerous, sit calm and explain to kids |
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What part of the game this is and foreign languages |
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They hold Ra's events in different continents |
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Put my lyrical contents in monuments |
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In ghetto garments, I rock a towel like a pharaoh |
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Mind travel, design style like apparel |
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My fashions last long as a lifetime |
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'Cause I can see the future when the God write rhymes |
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They're mad 'cause I managed to reign so long |
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Like their chance to make money done came and gone |
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This is strictly for my listeners on the corners at night |
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And the sisters that be keeping this right when I be on the mic |
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Hardcore, real ill niggas |
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I'm internationally known |
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When I be on the mic |
