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Okay, hip-hop might be in a state of emergency |
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But you can't really blame the artists |
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Don't point the finger, y'knowmsayin? |
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Let's do what we do, let them do what they do |
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They all sayin the same shit anyway |
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Let's do what we wanna do |
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Trick Trick, |
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Royce 5'9" [Trick Trick] Done all types of dirt all across the world And all kind of shows for you boys and girls (heyyy!) High schools to shows of nothin but old folks G.D.'s, blue rags, red rags and [?] Detroit to L.A., B-Ham to Jersey Atlanta to B.K., A-Z to V-A Now I done seen some strange shit But all around the world homeboy it's the same shit I'll tell you this; ain't got a gang of crews on these blocks (so what?) Heard it's a pretty bitch just itchin to get knocked (so what?) Lines of broads at these shows (so what?) With backstage passes and wantin to be chose (so what?) Everybody wanna be better than the next It's the same everybody claimin they better than the rest (oooh) Everybody got a Glock, everybody got a spot Everybody sell dope - WHO DON'T? [Chorus] Allllll arouuuuund the worrrrrld (it's the same old song homie) Rouuuuund and rouuuuund we goooo (yeah) Allllll arouuuuund the worrrrrld (it's just the same old song homie) Rouuuuund and rouuuuund we goooo (yep) [Trick Trick] Yessir Uh; can we get a moment to reflect on the music that we distributin and tryin to eject? Yep, your sounds ain't goin down (so) Blame it on downloads but it's the same old sound Everybody is a killer, man go and tell the truth! Most of y'all ain't killers 'til your ass in the booth Take a look in the mirror and be honest with yo'self You got a guap on records off another nigga's wealth Truth hurt, don't it? You think you ain't special enough? With some people to listen to you so you makin it tough At a show you too hard to throw your Goddamn hands up While I'm at it, man pull yo' Goddamn pants up! In real life in the joint if you sad You belong to a man and yo' ass is a fag (ooooh) I ain't mad at niggaz changin the game cause the world is lookin at us like we all the same, so [Chorus] [Royce Da 5'9"] |
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My nigga I got you! |
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I got you, don't worry about it |
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Yeah, yeah |
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Bitch please, get lost, |
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I get big cheese |
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Me and Trick be gettin green like split peas |
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Pick a place, any place |
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I done been through it, pick a state, any state |
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And if you ain't geographically inclined you can get the globe and you can pick a shape, any shape |
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Heh, where you from? |
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I could care less |
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I'm fearless, |
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I'll show you so you will know it's real |
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Cause once the |
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K's get to tearin whole blocks up |
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Like (blam blam blam) now you from |
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Cloverfield |
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I just look like this, |
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I do it just to get the kitty cat |
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I'm bringin niggaz that look pretty back |
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And while |
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I'm at it |
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I'm bringin |
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Detroit city back |
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Holla when you land, |
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I'll take you to where the titties at (Titties at) |
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You lil' niggaz is lame |
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Put the tobacco back in the blunt, you spittin the same |
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We goin [Chorus] [Outro: Trick Trick] |
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Go on mayne, hip-hop ain't dead homie... |
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I like that dawg |
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That's some real shit... |
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Hehehe, you just thumpin the hell out that bass, ain't ya? [laughter] |
