[Intro: AZ]
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Yea, it's overdue right here
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Ya'll know what it is..
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[Verse 1: AZ]
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The dead is gone, the world welcomes new borns
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A thousand-bookies is sworn in uniform
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No application for - snitches, niggaz, but you can join
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Just get your coins, and start droppin' dime
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Superiority, I can stop time
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And I am the minority, so who can knock mines?
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Purposely placed here on purpose to shine
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Home, purchased on furnace, my concerns is to grind
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Get some M's, then gettin' to win
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And transfer all U.S. currency for yen
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A few friends, few next to kin
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Yes it's true, I flew through in that Flurizan Benz
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Show room shoppin', coppin' rims, I'm top-ten
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Niggaz gon' respect my pen
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Survived in two droughts, two seperate games
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So I shout, "Who'll slouch, get outta my lane"
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My homey's homey did ten in chain
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So we set-up in Tony's rome, and I picked out his brain
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I explained it's bigger game then just street nigga fame
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Them same thoughts I fought like Sugar Shane
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Reachin' the next chapter after of life after I mastered
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Fuck it Fresh, address these little bastards
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[Verse 2: Fresh]
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Uh, yea, yea
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I'm reachin' for the Range doors on the truck
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The European stitched strong in the guts
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My nigga M3's doors liftin' up
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Uh, Fresh sick wit dough, got Danbury pictures goin' off the dust
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And the Cranberry Six growin' off the guts
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Light pink heavy wit strong of the cuts
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Actin' like steady bitch, knowin' you a slut
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And after we get finished ma knowin' you won't cut
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And you know I'm in the truck, and deep dishin' it
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Fire's are Six, the kid keep kickin' shit
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Pies of the brick, the kid keep flippin' shit
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I insist the stag' and seen different shit
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Bubble face your par' wit see fish in it
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Bubble great, ponair's wit clean kinesh shit
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In Duffle bag by Guc'
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The white double-stitch, on the hall, that's Emilio Puc'
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Flow Rivers in the booth and I'm speakin' the truth
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So listen up, young niggaz cuz I'm speakin' for fuse
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Uh, yea
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[Outro: Ralo]
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The bigger it is nigga, the harder it falls
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Niggaz scared of LL, nigga give us the ball...
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Listen to this man
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I want ya'll to listen real close and real careful man
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There ain't seldom is niggaz born wit all the five senses
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The five senses are now, listen to this and listen to this shit close
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Cuz this is when a nigga is a last level nigga
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First of all, you had to been born wit automatic understanding of the game
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You had to have been wit automatic understanding of the game from birth
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Then you gotta be unadulterated R-rated
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You gotta know how to spit that dialogue in some form of fashion
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Whether it's just talking or it's rapping
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Then you gotta be law of the nourishing
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Once you getting motion, then you get focused
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You get hot, that you cannot be motherfucking stopped
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Then on top of that you gotta have lyrical sense on a massive level
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Some niggaz got it on minus, some niggaz got it on maiden
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Some niggaz got it on the massive, Massive is the last level
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Then on top of that it gotta be written in your script
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The script... the script... the script...
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Yo real niggaz you can't break
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And real nigga you can't make 'em man
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We've been big niggaz all of our life man
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Answered to nobody man, and wake and go wherever they take us man
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Vendetta
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AZ |