Yo yo now now now now
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When I wake up before I gather up my pens
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I shine up my fronts I give a Dutch for all my mens
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throw on some Marvin Gaye
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I smoke my weed and clean my kitchen dishes
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Tec to the sky see how mom's is always bitchin'
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I'm done buffin' got my cheese my pen & paper
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it's time for me here to prepare my caper
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I written it down the line & now a ring is on my phone
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it's my nigga Spigg Nice he tellin' me he in the zone
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Yo I got the liquor the grain fool let's make a tape
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I'm caught up in my own zone can't really escape
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I ran it down the line as Easy Mo played the song
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He checked my five he said to me yo later on
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about an hour passes
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about my loosey deuce deuce & my tinted glasses
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I got the bike that I copped from my younger cousin
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cause that cat is up in class like a nickel & he wasn't
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I'm concentratin' on these moves that I'ma soon be makin'
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and once I break then I'ma show my peeps that I'm not fakin'
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See my man Pop or Die from the block
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niggas wearin' ? reverse as we handle barred it to the block
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See certain situations happen
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when you caught up in the 'hood in the game of rappin'
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You see scrappin' now leads to cappin'
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we used to have each other's back
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what the fuck happened? Stupid
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Yo fuck it
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Anyway Mary ?Easter? record store
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walked to the back now let me get a four
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Exit from the spot everybody know what's hot
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you get yours on & soon as you see 'em
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the thieves turn the block
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Jump on them right now when niggas chillin'
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if you ever sported it you know how I'm feelin'
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Cracked open my St. Ides took a squig
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as Mama Blackwell whispered
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You got it this time
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He represents my Crew
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You represent my Crew
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We represent my Crew
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Represent your Crew
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He represents my Crew
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You represent my Crew
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We represent my Crew
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Yo represent yours Crew
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[A+]
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Which one of y'all think you ill enough to bust A+
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get crushed by the stampede of the elephant tusks
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We LB families niggas don't understand us
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lyrical scanner diagnosin' niggas with cancer
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you got a problem I got the answer
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Twin Glocks goin' bananas
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buckin' innocent bystanders son
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the total sum is a mathmatical function
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I used to get suspended for keepin' the class jumpin'
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Had the blackboard with the chalk in my hand
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Mr. Cheeks snatched the thieves off the Canibus plan
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watched the crowd get amped
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while they scream & chant
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it's ill hot they can't keep still like a fire drill
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We desire mils from 97 until
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firin' high caliber steel on this battlefield
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Son,
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Long Isle's my Crew
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Campstead is my Crew
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Parkside is my Crew
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Lost Boyz is my Crew
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Group Home is my Crew
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Everyone is my Crew
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Reebok's my Crew
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It's worldwide my Crew
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[Canibus]
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Strictly out for the fortune & fame
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I entertain for my personal gain
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rock the gold chains
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big enough to cause neck pains
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Canibus is my name
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I be the last one to set it
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You could find my name
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in the Lost Boyz album credits
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if you open up & look at the cover
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you'll see Cop killin' Queens in this mothafucker
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and we all represent the Group Home click
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L-O-S-T B-O-Y-Z for the 96
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and as the clock ticks record sales climb
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I remember when them niggas first got signed
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fuckin' with Uptown bustin' they ass e'ryday
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from "Lifestyles" to "Jeeps" to "Renee"
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Now they gettin' mad airplay all over New York
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top ten on ya Soundscan report
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Yo who woulda thought these four
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nappy headed niggas woulda got a article in Billboard
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For hard work produces results
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and I'ma keep rockin' 'til the day
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somebody stops my pulse
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so yo tally up it's the Lost Boyz Crew
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Mr. Cheeks, Taliek, Spigg Nice, & Pretty Lou
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My Crew
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Yeah,
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East Coast myyy Crew
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West Coast myyy Crew
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The whole World myyy Crew
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Group Home myyy Crew
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Lost Boyz myyyy Crew
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Lost Boyz myyyy Crew
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Lost Boyz myyyy Crew
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L-O-S-T B-O-Y-Z myyy Crew
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ahhhh (my crew)
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Yo for the 97 AFRICA, JAMAICA, ALASKA, AFRICA
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I smoke trees with my...
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Yo 'cause I beez with my...
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My Crew
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Rita Coolidge |