Black Thought:
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It's a frantic situation(x7)
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Common:
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Extra salty cuz whoever beat me, got me for this 31-inch
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And this Alpha Bailey jacket I had just bought me
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Out of snappin, my God tried to talk me
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But what could get me half way calm was this Donny Hathaway song
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The tape that it was on I had wanted while I was gone
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But forgot to pack it, in fact it was in that jacket
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This demo, it's time to track it and lay it down
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Either it's somebody I know or somebody I stay around
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Day before I broke out, niggaz was over my crib gettin smoked out
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No tellin who had the place scoped out
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Donnie brought over some niggaz I didn't know
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I'm askin, who are you, they said I'm with the Mo
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If it was them, soon I will collide with them
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And they better not be rockin no new Iversons
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Then it could have been this hype that usually shovel my snow
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If I'm out of town or not, by my car, he would know
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Now, it might have been this stripper I met at Pinkhouse party
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Thick, but my furniture wasn't worth her body
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What if it was this nigga I let sleep in my crib
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To have the set of keys but that I wasn't tryin to believe
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But I could have put it past him or those other bastards
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It would be assed backwards for me to ask if they did it
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Cuz whoever did ain't gon admit it
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The blunted dirty dishes is my only exhibit
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Wondering if I should give it a rest and through the wind
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It might surface
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Cuz tellin Allah, Joe is worthless(uh)
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chorus(x2): Black Thought
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Hey sucka nigga, whoever you are(x3)
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Wherever you are, whoever you are
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Check it out
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Stolen Moments Pt. II
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The Roots |