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Man, you win some, lose some
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They run the gamut from hilarious to gruesome
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In my life I done caught some and threw some
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And I done been in some shit
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But this is one that I will never forget
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[ VERSE 1 ]
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Testosterone theater hallway confrontation spectacle
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Time to see who got the testicles
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I'm not the type to holler, "What you wanna do then?"
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Hands parallel to my shoulders, I keep it movin
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If there's one thing I hate it's for another man to take control
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Of a situation, you don't want me to play the role
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I'm in my element on Front Street, I love a spotlight
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Bringin an audience to diss me is just not right
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I told him, "Listen stupid, I know what you're here to do
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But we're not gonna do it
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This is a movement that I'm part of
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and You're lucky I'm a righteous blackman"
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And you thought I had issues now, really had em back then
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I turned my back with a anti-climatic spitefulness
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That's the worst type of diss
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And I stepped off, adolescent, passive aggressive
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Jesus Christ superstar to send the world a message
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And there stood little man soft dick in hand
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Wonderin "What the fuck just happened?" Mad enough to kill a man
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I turn the corner like as long as he ain't pullin a gun
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I'd rather catch a ass-whippin than run
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[ CHORUS ]
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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I put them out there bad, too, really, they had to
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I turned around, they runnin right directly at me, they looked mad, too
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A half a minute felt like a half an hour
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When he got close enough I stuck him once for black power
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All three bombed on me, started swingin me around
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Hollerin, "Get him down, get him down!"
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I'm like fuck that, y'all ain't gettin me on the linoleum
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So three white boys can start stompin only one
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They didn't hold back at all
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They started bangin my head against a steel locker like a freakin racket ball
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Grill was all busted, the locker was rusted
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And when my face hit it it split my bicuspid
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They spilled blood on my 'Boys N The Hood Increase the Peace' t-shirt
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Now, isn't that symbolic?
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I came to school a week later with a eye full of stitches
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And I held my head high at them bitches
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They lookin at me like, "Yeah y'all done fucked me up
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What you think that's a thing that's gonna shut me up?"
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Shit, nope, still swaggerin, still battle rappin
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And still not givin em the satisfaction of bein mad
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[ CHORUS ]
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Win Some Lose Some
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Brother Ali |