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(feat. Freddie Foxxx) |
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[Intro] |
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Yo, now its time |
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I want everybody to listen |
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Come on |
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Cause when I get on the mic and do my thing |
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You need to listen |
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Reach out and feel this |
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Check it out |
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[Verse 1] |
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Rockin is a state of mind for niggaz who really do it |
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Leavin suckaz behind and cant move through it |
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You cut a throat to do better than niggaz doing better |
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But you can't cut the neck of the second letter |
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U MP knucks rappers get swung like trucks |
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Niggaz swearing that he nice when he really suck |
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And yo ruck why do rappers say they thugs and gangstas |
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When they halloween dress up nigga panty hose |
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Acting like he hard with them new edition candy girl flow |
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Im funky like george sir knows |
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I'm real like tax time you try to escape |
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I clamp down on your real estate and your fake estate |
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That means everything rented borrowed stolen |
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And anything you might be holdin |
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I Come like ?? it us |
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Under pressure buss it |
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Philly soul reaching |
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Bumpy heart touching |
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Jazzy like jeff nigga I'm not a giraffe |
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Im bumpy abdu jamal I clap you fast |
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And be dead centre chest like the gold medallion |
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That hangs around a neck on a old italian |
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[Chorus] |
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Scram kid your new to me you bother (that's right its bumpy knuckles) |
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Cause I know you niggaz really aint thugs |
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You trying to be hardcore but you really not |
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I'll write your eulogy you bother me(that's right) |
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It'll be no help from family or friends |
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Nobody can really help you now |
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[Verse 2] |
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Here I am the real emcee |
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Writing off sucka emcees like I'm dmc |
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Little killers in the bm 3 |
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Follow one be in the black 600 with the one true v |
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I'm in V12 but wherever I dwell |
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They bust for me in heaven they bust for me from hell |
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Cause I'm still hot any rapper I fear not |
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I give it to you raw like my pops was gil scott |
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Mama was jill scott |
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Humming melodies |
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My head on her chest feeling the bass in her breast |
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Time nor space exists for the man |
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That knows the eternal |
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Don't make me return you |
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You can pull it out |
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Wave it no doubt |
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But before you bust it off |
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Heres one to think about |
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Come to bumpy get your heart tested |
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If you pass you'll be passing out |
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I'm blasting in and I'm blasting out |
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[Chorus] |
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Scram kid your new to me you bother me (that's right) |
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Cause I know yall niggaz really aint thugs |
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You trying to be hardcore but you're not (your not) |
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I'll write your eulogy you bother me |
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It'll be no help from family or friends |
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Nobody can really help you now (come on) |
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[Verse 3] |
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I'm more convinced now than on a part on my life |
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That I'm a die with rhyming kids and a rhyming wife |
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I'm a body every nigga that ever did me trife |
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That's word to great grand grandma indian and her carving knife |
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I'm power in its finest hour ask queen latifah |
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Whose the hardest rap gansgta that she'll ever speak ta |
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You better check my record |
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Matter fact check my album industry shook down |
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Niggaz is shook down |
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Its time for revolution |
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Cause I see booty its wax prostitution |
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'Im the chairmen of busting niggaz with chairs |
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Cracking niggaz heads open with heineken beers |
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Most people see my shadow black and wide |
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But cant see my heart black with pride |
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Cause you got a devil inside |
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Plotting for the spot where the late great biggie reside |
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I be a father like big chuck |
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Raising my son and keep the enemy close |
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And bust their gun |
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I step to a few niggaz and made em all one |
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With a 16 shot beretta that I call fun |
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Music must reflect the time time reflect the music |
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The shorty come correct if you next to use it |
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From lil bow wow to lil zane |
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I told lista kane brother little daddy shane |
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I always spit a nigga name |
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And hope to god he answer then I get all in his body |
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Like a nasty cancer |
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I take honour and take pride in the mic and I fight for it |
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Like it was a civil rights baby |
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[Chorus x2] |
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Scram kid your new to me you bother (bumpy knuckles) |
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Cause I know yall niggaz really aint thugs |
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You trying to be hardcore but you really not (not baby) |
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I'll write your eulogy you bother me |
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It'll be no help from family or friends nobody can really help you now |
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Scram kid your new to me you bother |
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Cause I know you niggaz really aint thugs |
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You trying to be hardcore but you really not (your not) |
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I'll write your eulogy you bother me |
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It'll be no help from family or friends nobody can really help you now |
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Lets go |
