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(Jadakiss)
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Yo, you can't fake it
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Life's only what you make it
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Front, be a snake, mess around, get your weight it
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Ex-school boy who wanna go and try to take shit
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Found his body, in the projects, naked
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I ain't gonna lie, If I wasn't doing this now
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I'd probably'd be tied down, in a small town
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With my eyes on a couple of guys
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With their eyes on a couple of pies
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Cause I will survive
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Brains, is the key to the game
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If you ain't got none, what good is a shotgun?
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If you ain't got guns, then you better cop some
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'Cause the New World Order's around the block, dun
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Streets be where Lox get their props from
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Check us on the Internet, L-O-X dot com (lox.com)
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A worldwide message, I try to express it
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The best I could, for ya'll to cherish, till I perish
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Chorus (Kelly Price)
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I wanna thank you, heavenly Father
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For shining your light on me
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It's been a long time
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Since I had someone to love me
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I owe my thanks to thee
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(Styles)
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They never expressed, that life's a part of death
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They never go there, but you can blow here
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The 25 to life and greens from below
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Where, outta nowhere, you in the bus, hands is cuffed
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Can't call your Mom, dog, you know times is rough
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you was out yesterday, stressing a better way
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Funny thing, they always seem to lock down Kings
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And the thugs on the street just love to say, "It's all foul."
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Watch the honeys check your style
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Worthless, when they worship, what you purchase
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They only see ice, not me, under the surface
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What's the purpose? I just, go my way
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Know my way, 'till bullets blow my way
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Which they might, 'cause any night can change your life
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Keep your state of mind tight and remain alright
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It's plain to fight, but different to shoot
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And might do it
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If you ain't 10 different ways to get loot.
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Chorus (Kelly Price)
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(Sheek)
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Hey, yo, we handle rap like we do the street
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Holding heat
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It's them same crooked niggas
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Watching dough, ain't nothing sweet, word
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Buying beats is like copping grams
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Niggas got too many scams
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To give you garbage, slide the butters to their mans
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That's aiight, though
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'Cause even ready rock gets sold on our block
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Watch us turn nothing into nitro
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And we don't mingle
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'Cause none of us don't really know you
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From the heart, we never talk to strangers
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So why start?
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Anyway, we're rapping for this luxury shit
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I watch wild niggas blow
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See how plush shit can get
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But we ain't trying to kiss ass to blow up fast
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We gonna take our time and rely strictly on the rhyme
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If I, wasn't that cat, Sheek Lucian, that rap
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Would you still be my man
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And pass your bottle to my hand
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Would I be in the rain
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While you pass me in the Land
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Oh, you think by now that I don't already know your plan
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To get next to me and possibly sex me
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Then slip Ecstasy inside a nigga's Pepsi
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Money'll never amount to respect, B
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And you don't wanna test me
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'Cause God blessed me.
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Chorus (Kelly Price)
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And I know
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I know that it could not happen without you
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I know it could not happen without you
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I Wanna Thank You
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The L.O.X. |