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now picture this a man wit his whole thing in order |
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movin through life at will he ill |
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he make his own teeth growl wit his generous style |
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but he still no joke wit his wisdom and smile |
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givin pounds all around no need to act foolish |
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enjoy the time no need to get toolish |
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i spit it out wit the general feelin that |
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once u vibe wit it then you keep on comin back |
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the north south and east and the west |
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wanna see which crew can do it the best |
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Is it the North, where people drink juice and Smirnoff? |
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Girls go hard but they lips stay soft |
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the west where cats throw jets to play |
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smokin green all day keep a loked out sway |
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east..side..the hustle get real |
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pretty young things with their mass appeal |
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or the south where thugs keep gold in their mouth |
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big ol' girls with their thang hangin' out |
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whatever it is I hope you evolve |
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we gon push it to my level let the G evolve come on |
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Chorus: [Q-Tip] |
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Go..go at..go at it hard..real hard |
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[Q-Tip] |
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everybody take note to your man and ya'll |
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and I will take note to the grand |
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it's venomous I mean the way they hate |
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they can't wait for my to mize me meet my great but |
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no attention I give them no light |
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niggas gotta know that I go through mics |
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go through walls with sounds and speakers with real drives |
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You can't fuck this nigga from Tribe a yo |
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I put my mind to the work in here |
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and make sure that all of ya can understand |
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that I don't do bitch, I don't do tricks |
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I stay doing beats while you stay layin' bricks |
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I do do the things that keep me from the rest |
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and I do that well if I do suggest yo |
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put your hands on your system and feel me out |
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or put your hand on your money and hold your cloud |
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the indoor seat of lady galor seas |
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she get touched once and she'll never divorce me |
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hey clear your brain as I implimate raw thoughts |
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you shouldn't be aware that I don't get off course |
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stayin' steady on it niggas ain't ready for it |
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flourin' it hard with A.J. Pettite on it |
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a noble's face and I'm doing my pace |
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makin' sure all my conrads get a true taste |
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what?.. a good shit and I'm ringing your memory |
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we goin' hard yo and that's how it need to be |
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so wake up and take that sleep outcha eyes my friend |
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here's the mot-to in your ear hear this again |
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Chorus |
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heavy hitters knockin shit out the park |
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you didn't even really play tell me why did you start |