* multiple gunshots *
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[Intro: Inspectah Deck]
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Yo, when we do this, we do it for real
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We do it for the love, we do it for the money
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For the cash, for the women, the birds
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We do it for the foundation, for the people
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No matter how we do it, we do it for The Cause
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Yea, yo
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[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
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What you in for? What you live for?
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What you die for? I hope its for The Cause
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What you work for? What you stand for?
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What you strive for? I hope its for The Cause
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[Inspectah Deck]
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Inspectah, rhyme beretta nine in ya sector
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Wet the scenery with extreme measures
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Supreme lecture, bless the heads, you dare enter
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the 9th Chamber, dance with the mind bender
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Surrender your thrown, there's no room for pretenders
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Bystander pollyin worldwide with nine members
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Distributin, my verbal sharp shootin
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While I execute the deadliest moves with fine tunin
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Duel of the Iron Mic bound to spark fusion
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Movin at the speed of light, nice at what I'm doin
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Drop it in ya brain like spice, without the five mics
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Heads roll off hilltops when I strike
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Sniper aim, stick you up for your price of fame
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Like the flame, watch you get hot inside the game
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Recognize my name, I.N.S., your highness
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I rep for live sets, place ya bets, make ya threats
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There's no cure, even the experts are stunned
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My work is done as soon as I've just begun *echo*
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[Chorus]
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[Streetlife]
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Strictly, Streetlife, I never play a fan of the fame
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Just build on my name, and master the slang
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I'm hittin harder than a lot of artists in the game
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I'm lyrically inclined, rockin just the same
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Than any MC who ship platinum or gold
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And only recoup to pay back what you sold
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Over budget your video, got pimped like a hoe
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My niggas move slo-mo like robotic clones
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I'd rather be alive and paid, than dead broke
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My life is like a thin line, on a tight rope
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A fiend with no dope, wrong way to provoke
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The man behind the scope, tucked, ready to smoke
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>From the same place you from, different hood, the same slum
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Mother's third seed, father's first son
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Bastard child runnin wild, livin foul
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Ran into some juvenile niggas in design
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P.L.O. Style, sign my name on the dotten line
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Your beef is mine, dangerous minds combine, we all carry nines *echo*
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[Chorus]
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[Inspectah Deck]
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Hitman like Thomas Hurns, bustin while the weed burns
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Shorty, sixteen, yearns for my crew to take turns
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I'm a loose cannon, medically examined
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Found deadly as a plague, soon to spread like famine
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Splurgin, livin out the dirty version
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Throwin rocks at the ghetto birds circlin the urban
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Workin overtime, you notice the shine
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Niggas scope mine, models won't work Capone nine
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[Streetlife]
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We travel in pairs, you got the front, I watch the rear
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Got money on my mind this year, by all means
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Put an end to your cold stairs, crush your small dreams
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What you hear is the truth, fuck what you used to
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I provide you with street music you can ride to
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Push through, sound blastin through the sun roof
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Street surfer, lurkin, thirsty for the loot
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I'm in it to fuck fans and rock mic stands
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I work for cash and fans, and die for the Clan
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The Cause
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Inspectah Deck |