[Intro:]
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Okay, if you in a club
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I advise you to put your drinks down, and head to the dance floor
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Anywhere else will be uncivilized
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If you're in a car, pull over
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put the hazards on and let the windows down
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This is something the world needs to know
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Let's go
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[Verse 1:]
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Yes I'm Brooklyn's best till I'm put to rest
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I heard tales a nigga sin to shells to cook my flesh
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No jail, never stale homie look how fresh
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I'm low key like them old G crooks out west
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As far as poetry Nas, Biggie, Jay, Mos Def
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Rakim, Gucci, Rap, Kane, KRS
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Like Common and kanye I could say I'm blessed
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Peace to Ghost, Raekwon and Ron Artest
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This is [?] hunger, I'm obsessed with summer
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I'm for what runners is gunnin' them young boys will gun ya
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But any nigga icey your own wifey will warn ya
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There's no wonder, every fronter wanna be stunner
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I spit thunder, I'll miss when I'm six feet under
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Legit, I'm just tryina shift G-Unit numbers
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Even rich niggaz slip for the slumber
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Shit happens but believe I'm back blastin a number
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[Chorus: x2]
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This is not a life that we in, this is hell
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This is not a stoop that we on, it's a cell
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Life is not a gift in the hood, it's a charge
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Because I made it out, so that makes me a God
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[Verse 2:]
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Yes my flows elite, I know the streets
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I'm the cold ?cheeks? of the East Coast I blow on beats
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I create the aucoma state how I doze to sleep
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I keep dozing but never doze six feet deep
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I'm out for presidents to represent me
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Say what, I haze up 'fore haters hopin' I gave up
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It's either you stay tough or you copin' to ?cage cuff?
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From cold player to cold savor to host favor
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Who's the most underrated, G Rap, AZ, and Jada
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Allah savior, bark but sharp as a razor
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With street smarts in a Jedi heart like Darth Vader
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Hearts behavior, puffin a Garcia Vega
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The god see the haters be the larceny is greater
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Pardon the player, I'm crunk with some defeats
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Some have somebody somewhere don't want me to eat
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I'm war with the streets, I'm wanted and I'm comin' for keeps
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3:]
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And it's a must I live it, the trucks is kitted
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Too many peoples in the ?pee? now so duck or visit
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Show it off when I freestyle, who fuckin' with it
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A final song for song as long as the hustlers get it
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as long the jewels on all is custom fitted
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Diamond cut for cut the cluster ups the digits
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Enough is enough with the trust I hush the critics
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Buck for buck, yeah I'm buck while I must admit it
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The dough done did it, I'm [?] the flow is vivid
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You know me, low key homie, only expose the snippit
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So prolific, so sincere, so gifted
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So melodic, ya'll got it so twisted
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Sip the [?] E-40 the [?] had a few [?] brought it back to the sewers
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True this no duets, no collabs, no regrets
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you [?] just here tryina cash some little checks
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[Chorus x2]
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Still Alive
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AZ |