[Notorious B.I.G. interview]
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I'm just, tryin to stay above water y'know
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Just stay busy, stay workin
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Puff told me like, the key to this joint
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The key to staying, on top of things
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is treat everything like it's your first project, knahmsayin?
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Like it's your first day like back when you was an intern
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Like, that's how you try to treat things like, just stay hungry
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[Verse One: Jay-Z]
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Uhh, uhh, yes, yes
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Y'all wanna know, why he don't stop
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Y'all wanna know, why he don't flop
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Let me tell you pe-eople why
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Came from the bottom of the block I
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When I was born, it was sworn, I was never gon' be shit
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Had to pull the opposite out this bitch
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Had to get my ri-ide on
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Eyes on the prize, Shawn knew I had to
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Had to had to get these chips
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Had to make moves like Olajuwon
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Started out sellin dimes and nicks
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Graduated to a brick
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No exaggeration, my infatuation with the strip
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Legendary like a schoolboy
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Crushin merely nearly every every chick
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Heavy shit - that's how schoolboy got whipped
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And got left on some "Just +Me, Myself and I+"
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On some Trugoy shit
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Had your boys threw place up, to a place of no return
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Had to play with fire and get burned
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Only way the boy ever gon' learn
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Had to lay way in the cut, 'til I finally got my turn
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Now I'm on top in the spot that I earned
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[Chorus]
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It's my life - it's my pain and my struggle
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The song that I sing to you it's my ev-ery-thing
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Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first
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And my thirst is the same as - when I came
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It's my joy and my tears and the laughter it brings to me
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It's my ev-ery-thing
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[Verse Two: Jay-Z]
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Like I never rode in a limo
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Like I just dropped flows to a demo
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Like it's ninety-two again and
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And I got O's in the rental
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Back in the Stu' again, no prob' livin was a whole lot simpler
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When you think back, you thought that
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you would never make it this far, then you
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take advantage of the luck you handed
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Or the talent, you been given
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Ain't no, half steppin, ain't no, no slippin
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Ain't no different from a block that's hidden
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Gotta get it while the getting's good
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Gotta strike while the iron's hot, 'fore you stop
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Then you gotta bid it, good riddance
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Goodbye, this is my second major breakup
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My first was, with a pager
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With a hooptie, a cookpot, and the GAME
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This one's with the stool, with the stage, with the fortune
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Maybe not the fortune, but certainly the FAME
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[Chorus]
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It's my life - my pain and my struggle
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The song that I sing to you it's my ev-ery-thing
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Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first
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And my thirst is the same as - when I came
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It's my joy and my tears and my laughter it brings to me
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It's my ev-ery-thing
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Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first
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And my thirst like the first song I sang
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[Outro: Jay-Z]
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Woo! It's like the blues - we gon' ride out on this one
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Ta-tah, be-hah
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Yo Hah, 'member you was makin them dashes
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for them niggaa at radio and shit?
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Clark Kent, that was good lookin out nigga
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Carlene - who ever thought we'd make it this far homey?
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Sha, they can't stop us, knahmsayin? Lenny S
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Dame whattup? Robbin the bank
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Niggaz thought we was crazy man, 'member uhh
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You had that fucked up ass handwritin
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You was writin all the numbers that we was spendin now
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for the videos we was doin ourselves, whattup?
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Original Flavor, your accountant was crazy wrong and shit
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But we we still put it together
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Bigs, whassup? 'Member we went to St. Thomas and uh
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But y'all my nizzle, your dog peed on homey leg and shit
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at his crib - I think that was Rudy
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And they was havin a lil trouble with the pool
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You and Ta-tah was laughin
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Emory was there, whattup Emory? What up Ta?
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Hip-Hop, whattup man?
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Ay, ay Hobb, you ain't, you ain't have no uhh
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You ain't have no muh'fuckin seat on your, on your bicycle
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Now you uhh, the head of black music
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That's what I'm talkin bout right there homey - G, whattup G?
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Yessir, e'rybody in the Roc
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Hey Guru, I know you spoiled man
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I be takin them shits in on e take
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You gon' have to punch niggaz shit, STICK IT, you gon' be tight
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OG One, whattup?
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I'm a |