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(...The vibrations and compatibility - I think it's like a magnet) |
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(the magnet brings to itself steel) |
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(we shall wait no longer) |
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(we look forward to a future, where life is...) |
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For rap it's live and die as we hurl thru outer space |
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Witness the Omega theory in the lines of my face |
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Caught up in dead aim |
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Picky to ferris is startin' over |
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Checkin' for phat rhymes to help us start gold'n over |
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And replicate |
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Cowards better get this shit straight |
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Grand and Fiz done brought it to yo face some more then I play |
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Young stars push weight, bad brawls, who take the bait |
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Evolve, and lay low without constant marinate |
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Livin'... live for hip hop - two for Bicardi and women - three four |
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The legal hustle: cash money and women |
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'til the day I die, strive to be a corporate exec |
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Vocal graphics like Pentium II, 3D effect |
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Grand and V I apply 'nuff pressure to snap yer neck |
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Keep it bouncin' like P R records and bad checks |
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(tell me when you ready) (I am ready) |
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(check 'em out) (listen to this) |
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My inner thoughts get caught dwellin' in the valley with heat |
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Keep it primed all the time for these bruthas I meet |
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That be talkin' behind my back |
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Thinkin' they slick and sometimes it be the bruthas in ya clique |
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Don't be fooled, they'll tell you that it's cool |
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The brutha that you knew for twelve years back in school |
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Back on the set and coverin' all bets |
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The lyric champagne that's keepin' you all wet |
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But don't celebrate let's get some things straight |
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Started nine-7 but finished in nine-8 |
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Dogs at the gate for unexpected guests |
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One hundred percent cuz I expect the best |
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Nuttin' less |
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Don't hit Ras with the stress |
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Spittin' rhymes hard that's crackin' the bird chest |
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Took me twelve months to stack money in lumps |
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Far from livin' foul but further from Don Trump |
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Hit the speed bumps got slowed but still flow |
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Huntin' bruthas down for money they still owe (owe) |
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Bruthas gettin' killed and bruthas in cell blocks |
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Comin' home to bills that's fillin' my mail box |
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Felt all the pain thru sunshine and rain |
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Hopin' one day that all of this will change |
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Had to rearrange my life - I strike twice |
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Standin' on the curb with bruthas rollin' the dice |
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Never nuttin' nice when all of yo cash flow (what) |
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'pends on how the ivory's hittin' the Castro |
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You know - that if you ever needed Rasco |
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That I would be the first to stand in toe-to-toe |
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I never ran - my moms raised a real man |
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Taught me all the tricks to formulate the plans |
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World in my hand - she said it was all mine |
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Always made sure that everything was fine |
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Stop it on the dime - drop nuttin' but ill rhymes |
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Started as a hobby - I did it to kill time |
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Now it's got perks - no longer the desk clerk |
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But sometimes that's where I was doin' my best work |
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Hope that vest work - we spittin' the teflon |
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Get out of the way before you get stepped on |
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Never negative we keepin' it on pos |
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Team with BT - we doin' it for the cause |
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Because (because) |
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(check it out) |
