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(Intro) |
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I ain't shit |
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I ain't even go to college |
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Matter of fact I ain't even think about goin' to college |
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If I wasn't be doin' this music shit |
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I don't what the fuck I'd be doin' |
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(Verse 1- Bizarre) |
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Ever since I was seven, I wanted to be a rap artist |
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Ten years later, I'm still out here starvin' |
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Started off talent shows, battles around the block |
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To bein' in the house, 'round six o'clock |
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Rappin', ***** you better get a job |
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Stop stayin' in the house, lookin' like a fat slob |
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And mama, I'm serious about this rappin' |
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She thought at the snap of a finger, it would all happen |
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Didn't think about school, homework I left |
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Report card, came home with all F's |
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I saw Redman, walked up to him and bust a rap |
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He said I was sweet and gave me a lil ??? |
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Couple hours, he'll give my phone a tap |
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I sit there, waited, he never called me back |
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I didn't take a shower, I waited for six hours |
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Where the fuck is Reggie Noble?! |
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(Hook x2- Bizarre) |
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You get one shot, only get one shot to take it |
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You get one chance, only get one chance to make it |
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You get one choice, only get one choice to break it |
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Be a man, be a man ***** |
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(Verse 2- Bizarre) |
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18 years old, mom threw me out the house |
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Responsibility, am I a man or a mouse |
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I'm starvin', tryna get a nine to five |
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And I'll do anything just to survive |
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I wanna go to Open Mic, but I gotta work tonight |
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Plus I can't pull up to the club, in a yellow dirk bike |
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My girlfriend's pregnant, I think she's havin' a boy |
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I gotta get two jobs, gotta buy her some toys |
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Plus my rap partner say he quit, he's goin' to church |
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After 5 years of puttin' in work |
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(Hook x2- Bizarre) |
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You get one shot, only get one shot to take it |
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You get one chance, only get one chance to make it |
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You get one choice, only get one choice to break it |
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Be a man, be a man ***** |
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(Verse 3- Bizarre) |
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I notice my goals is gettin' further away |
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Crystler plant, they gave me a call back today |
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Sixteen hour shift, leaves me a whip |
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Beeper on my hip, money starts to flip |
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Been six months, ain't no Hip Hop in here |
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My stomach gettin' fat for drinkin' all them beers |
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All I do is watch football and beat my wife |
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God damnit where the hell is my wife |
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My wife ain't cheatin', I know she ain't cheatin' |
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But every once in awhile she deserves a fuckin' beatin' |
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My group havin' a meetin' about tryna reunite |
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But I won't be there cause I gotta fuckin' work tonight |
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And I keep on cryin', just bout to lose it |
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Its been 2 years since I been away from music |
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The best MC from Detroit, ***** I was the man |
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Don't be like me and blow your chance |
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(Hook x2- Bizarre) |
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You get one shot, only get one shot to take it |
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You get one chance, only get one chance to make it |
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You get one choice, only get one choice to break it |
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Be a man, be a man ***** |