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Yo, its night time |
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I can't sleep |
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My pens beggin' me to write rhymes |
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Cory's a felony despite time |
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I erase the urge on the tip of my tongue |
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I taste the words a story is born, my glorious song |
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Hip hop cannot ignore me for long |
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I know her last man abused her, |
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I can't refuse her |
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Alotta niggas used her, treated her like shit even confused her |
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She had class now she sellin it all for cash |
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When Marley had her, her face was more pure body fatter |
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Primo treated her good, made her the queen in my hood |
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She used to be out in |
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Queens with |
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DMC And on the rooftp with |
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Big, Fritz, and |
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R.P. She was fly she kept her shit tight |
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Yo if he didn't go to jail dun, she mighta been |
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Slick Rick's wife |
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Disappeared a few years, she was "Stranded On Death Row" |
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Dre had her on anotha level in the west coast |
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She met a lame with with a drug dealer name |
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He had a lot for a while, then his whole style changed |
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You know the wisdom is reflected the knowledge when its manifested |
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If not fed in due time the mind is anerexic |
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You understand the message |
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I know I'm gettin to deep for some |
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Rhyme -- Uncut raw, the beat numb |
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Back to the subject in hand, |
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I called her and said |
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I miss her |
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Stop fuckin with my fake crew cuz they dissed her |
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Then along came the |
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R, reminding her of her essence |
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Rza said she like a sister blessin her with lessons |
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She was stressed because she missed |
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Pac She still crying after |
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B.I.G. died askin 'when will this shit stop?' |
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I love her like a mother, my physical path |
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She even overlooked the fact about my criminal past |
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And stayed with me in jail beyond gates visitors passed |
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No longer is she lettin niggas fuck her just for cash |
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Whats her name dun? * |
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Echoed* |
