yo
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now its time
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I want everybody to listen
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Come on
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Cause when I get on the mic and do my thing
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You need to listen
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Reach out and feel this
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Check it out
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Rockin is a state of mind for niggaz who really do it
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Leavin suckaz behind and cant move through it
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You cut a throat to do better than niggaz doing better
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But you can't cut the neck of the second letter
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U MP knucks rappers get swung like trucks
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Niggaz swearing that he nice when he really suck
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And yo ruck why do rappers say they thugs and gangstas
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When they halloween dress up nigga panty hose
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Acting like he hard with them new edition candy girl flow
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Im funky like george sir knows
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I'm real like tax time you try to escape
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I clamp down on your real estate and your fake estate
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That means everything rented borrowed stolen
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And anything you might be holdin
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I Come like ?? it us
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Under pressure buss it
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Philly soul reaching
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Bumpy heart touching
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Jazzy like jeff nigga im not a giraffe
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Im bumpy abdu jamal I clap you fast
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And be dead centre chest like the gold medallion
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That hangs around a neck on a old italian
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Scram kid your new to me you bother (that's right its bumpy knuckles)
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Cause I know you niggaz really aint thugs you trying to be hardcore but you really not
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I'll write your eulogy you bother me(that's right)
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It'll be no help from family or friends nobody can really help you now
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Here I am the real emcee
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Writing off sucka emcees like im dmc
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Little killers in the bm 3
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Follow one be in the black 600 with the one true v
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I'm in V12 but wherever I dwell
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They bust for me in heaven they bust for me from hell
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Cause im still hot any rapper I fear not
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I give it to you raw like my pops was gil scott
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Mama was jill scott
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Humming melodies
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My head on her chest feeling the bass in her breast
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Time nor space exists for the man
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That knows the eternal
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Don't make me return you
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You can pull it out
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Wave it no doubt
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But before you bust it off
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Heres one to think about
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Come to bumpy get your heart tested
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If you pass you'll be passing out
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I'm blasting in and I'm blasting out
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Scram kid your new to me you bother me (that's right)
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Cause I know yall niggaz really aint thugs you trying to be hardcore but you're not (your not)
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I'll write your eulogy you bother me
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It'll be no help from family or friends nobody can really help you now (come on)
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I'm more convinced now than on a part on my life
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That I'm a die with rhyming kids and a rhyming wife
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I'm a body every nigga that ever did me trife
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That's word to great grand grandma indian and her carving knife
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I'm power in its finest hour ask queen latifah
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Whose the hardest rap gansgta that she'll ever speak ta
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You better check my record
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Matter fact check my album industry shook down
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Niggaz is shook down
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Its time for revolution
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Cause I see booty its wax prostitution
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'Im the chairmen of busting niggaz with chairs
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Cracking niggaz heads open with heineken beers
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Most people see my shadow black and wide
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But cant see my heart black with pride
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Cause you got a devil inside
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Plotting for the spot where the late great biggie reside
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I be a father like big chuck
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Raising my son and keep the enemy close
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And bust their gun
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I step to a few niggaz and made em all one
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With a 16 shot beretta that I call fun
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Music must reflect the time time reflect the music
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The shorty come correct if you next to use it
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From lil bow wow to lil zane
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I told lista kane brother little daddy shane
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I always spit a nigga name
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And hope to god he answer then I get all in his body
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Like a nasty cancer
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I take honour and take pride in the mic and I fight for it
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Like it was a civil rights baby
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Scram kid your new to me you bother (bumpy knuckles)
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Cause I know yall niggaz really aint thugs you trying to be hardcore but you really not (not baby)
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I'll write your eulogy you bother me
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It'll be no help from family or friends nobody can really help you now
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Scram kid your new to me you bother
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Cause I know you niggaz really aint thugs you trying to be hardcore but you really not (your not)
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I'll write your eulogy you bother m |