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Intro: It is no longer 1999... |
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And I live in a world of one track minds... |
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Where the industry feeds us fashion design... |
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That creates |
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MCs that cannot rhyme... |
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For ten years |
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I waited to make my move... |
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Now we'll see who'll win, and who'll lose... |
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And if I had to state my word... |
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Say this'll probably be the realest shit you ever heard... |
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I been watching, from afar... |
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I know where you live, |
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I know who you are... |
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Redemption is my only scar... |
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And so my heart bleeds dark, like tar... |
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So I treat my friends today like they'll be enemies tomorrow... |
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So when they die, |
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I'll have no sorrow... |
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Just remember those you decide to cross... |
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Cuz if your door gets knocked on you get knocked off |
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Verse: Who's that six foot bald nigga from |
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New York With the gangsta walk, the gangsta talk |
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Thrillin to find 'em and kill 'em |
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I'm wildin', |
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I'm illin |
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I don't give a fuck about you, and that's my feelin |
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I'm in a brand new house nigga chillin |
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With shoeboxes of hundred dollar bills nigga spillin |
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Trainin the baddest bitch, givin her the drillin |
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While you hangin in |
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The Tunnel know you pussy ice grillin |
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Man bein a bitch must really be fufillin |
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Cuz alotta niggas happy bein soft just chillin |
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Scenario, gun in your mouth run the platinum watch with the cuban link |
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Bracelet and the matching necklace |
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And I'm too shiny |
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V Vs glowin in your ear |
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New gun, new jewels, new album new year |
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Niggas think they bigger than the game |
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I got news for you * |
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Willy*, let's take it back to |
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Philly So you can find your roots, fuck braggin on your loot |
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Nigga you aint that hard |
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And a nigga can't spend no money layin in the graveyard |
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Omigod, it really shocks you |
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This can't be the same motherfucker |
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Freddie Foxxx who |
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I really feel his lyrics, |
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I love all his rhymes |
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I thought that we was cool, you think he's hard to find |
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I rip in dark posin alleys |
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As a kid got knowledge from the gods at the rally |
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I slip on the game like |
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Ballies And show ten hoes how to stack it up, get money, |
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New York to |
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Cali Where a nigga tried to play me like a sally |
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So I shot him in his new |
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DeNali and drove him to the valley |
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I pushed him out the car and let him scally |
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Fuck that nigga, tryin to play me like he bigger |
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In Japan I'm worth ten figures |
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American, open the door and let |
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Derek in I break my silence, after ten years of supressing my violence |
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You was my man |
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I gave you benjamins |
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Every time |
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I pulled up and get you in the |
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Benz again |
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We can never be friends again |
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You brought me tears when you took my right hand off for seven long years |
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Now he's back and corrupt |
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Driving new |
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GS 400s, new |
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Jags, and new trucks |
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You should see the bad bitches that he fuck |
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While your girl look skinny like a smoked out |
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Daffy Duck |
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Niggas are real this aint |
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N B HIGH You niggas aint got no balls and won't die |
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I'm a certified killer, with * |
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Stock in the |
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Game* Burn marks on my hands from the glocks with the flame |
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Bumpy is my rap name, when |
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I write rhymes |
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I hydroplane |
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And think about my nigga |
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Kane Alotta label motherfuckers'll be dead |
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You fuckin with my money is like fuckin with my head |
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Tryin to take my buttered bread |
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Niggas aint shit, so |
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I'm down with you |
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Kane Any time realness, you ready feel this |
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I don't forget nothing, nothing at all |
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So Mr. Steve |
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Rifkind, expect my call |
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Niggas owe me for my rhymes, |
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I come to collect |
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Over fifteen dollars, |
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I'll snap your fuckin neck |
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And don't pay me in no fuckin check |
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If you don't want me to teach the meaning of disrespect |
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When I'm finished in this game, |
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I'll be swimming in my yard |
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Not at the radio station, looking for a job |
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Too many niggas feel me spittin on a record |
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To be broke and homeless, and outside naked |
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I represent the real grimy masses |
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Of thugged out gun slinging criminal asses |
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That shoot up your party and chill at mine |
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Cuz they know |
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I got love for real niggas, nine to nine there's the mind |
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Just remember why you frontin like you more that 24 |
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Hrs ahead |
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In 24 Hrs you'll be |
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DEAD You'll be |
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DEAD |
