(feat. Chauncey Black, Q-Tip)
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[Busta Rhymes]
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Yeah
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It's funny how the game change, right? Hehe
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Shit feel all different
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Y'all niggaz complainin left and right about how the game feel all fucked up
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Niggaz only been talkin like that since we been sittin out the game
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I think the game need us Kamaal, let's talk to them niggaz
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Huh!
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[Q-Tip]
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So many nights were spent ponderin
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Wonderin how we gon' come again
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My golden rule is not to focus on the fame game
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In retrospect, the game ain't the same mayne
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They heart and soul is divided
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They ramshack the music, no control up inside it
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Now - look at this, it's all stretched out and nasty
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But - lettin money pass me
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I doubt that, and niggaz from the bottom now
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Pumpin hard, wind sleet hail rain or snow
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So... you got to get your gate right
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No matter what, you got to treat your weight right
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On the block if you focused on greed then
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Nine out of ten times you be bleedin
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The analogy is clear
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To all of my peers, I'm a muh'fuckin vet
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Don't mean to disrespect, cause
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[Chorus One: Q-Tip + (Chauncey Black) + {Busta Rhymes}]
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"I write rhymes, I write checks"
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(It's clear) Bust, aiyyo what happened to the (love)
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For the game (love) for the music (I need realness in my life)
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Aiyyo these niggaz in the game don't sound the same
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Bust, these niggaz in the game don't sound the same
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Aiyyo what happened? {They ain't got in 'em to make a classic}
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Aiyyo what happened? {These niggaz can't hold the torch, so why pass it}
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[Busta Rhymes]
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Aiyyo, I ain't bringin they names up
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These niggaz sound trash, straight foulin the game up
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Need to change up (change up) sound so trash
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When I see 'em feel like breakin they frame up
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DuPont registry, talkin 'bout somebody else cars
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Muh'fuckers better step up your bars
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Instead of frontin in the game like niggaz really are stars
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Like we ain't seein through the bullshit, we know who you are
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I'm like a blessing to the game when your shit sound dated
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I force niggaz to improve, you should be happy I made it
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Here to rep the game fully, change my style like the weather
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Givin you niggaz new shit to make the game feel better
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I'm sayin, I cook in the kitchen and we make the thoughts connect
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You forced to humble yourself, give me my big respect
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You hurtin the game when your shit sound off y'know
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A legend in this shit that's why I move like a boss y'know
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You better be tight, cause you can get tossed fo' sho'
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Y'all niggaz know whassup, I come correct with money long cause I
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[Chorus Two: Busta Rhymes + (Chauncey Black) + {Q-Tip}]
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"I write rhymes, I write checks"
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(It's clear) Tip, aiyyo what happened to the (love)
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For the game (love) for the music (I need realness in my life)
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Aiyyo these niggaz in the game don't sound the same
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Yo, these niggaz in the game don't sound the same
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Aiyyo what happened? {They ain't got in 'em to make a classic}
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Aiyyo what happened? {These niggaz can't hold the torch, so why pass it}
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[Q-Tip + {Busta}]
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Oh my God, they a (uh) come ridin around
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Some (uh) old dream and they (uh) can't get down
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They (uh) lookin around outside of themselves
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And they {HUH} sayin things that ain't really themselves
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And they {hah} keep fuckin regurgitatin the same script
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Same hoes, same blow, same glock clip {ha}
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Same drug strip, what the fuck is this? (uh)
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C'mon y'all, raise the bar on this body, shit
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[Busta Rhymes]
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You sound stagnant, need to progress and grow (uh-huh)
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Upgrade your punchlines, progress the flow (uh-huh)
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Get your concepts and lyrics together, aiyyo (uh-huh)
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Then drop the bomb shit to step up the pressure, y'know? (huh!)
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I'm tired of niggaz complainin how the game changed
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You niggaz should step up your game, cause you sound strange
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That's why you ain't sellin no records, check the SoundScain
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In this rap shit I command respect muh'fucker cause I
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[Chorus Two]
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[Outro: Q-Tip + {Busta Rhymes}]
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Aiyyo these niggaz in the game don't sound the same
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Bust, these niggaz in the game don't sound the same
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Aiyyo what happened? {They ain't got in 'em to make a classic}
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Aiyyo what h |