[Chorus: singers]
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Say, Say, Say what you want
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But we don't give a fuck about you
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Say, Say, Say what you want
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But we don't give a fuck about you
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[Prodigal Sunn]
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Chemistry black soul, old gold complexion
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I hold the future lessons, blessings, shoot you with the weapon step in
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With the shilla God, the impression is hard
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Crimes on the boulevard, that shit is small like lard
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Baby girl tried to whisper in my ear some jewels
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She said the wise man's swifter, plays a part of a fool
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I learned that in Allah's school of gratitude
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Bad attitudes we leave black and blue
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The project news, Sunz of Man new and improved
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16 cuts on your CD, compare it to blues
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[Holy Smokes]
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Get this one official stamp, boost the amp
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Increase ya camp, by chance you might enhance or learn to dance
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I rock with the champion image from start to finish
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Compress Spanish, youth offenders, slice of your dinners
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Brain chemist' cross gimmicks and mimicks
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Whatever stick they sent us, it's up top criminal trial
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'Fore your mind is blind, create my rhymes in brail
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Hop, skip, jump bail, and off with tail
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Hot stairs in the suburbs, wise words
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Anyone can get it like his or hers
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Why you sippin' on sys-urp, hittin' Brooklyn curb
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Evidence scattered in Pitsburgh for six birds
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[Hook x2: Hell Razah & 60 Second Assassin]
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Say what you wanna, your shits a goner
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Smokin' marijauna, drinkin' the spring water
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Bagged me a dollar, turned out to be a quarter
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Next time you step in, make sure you steppin' on her
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[Chorus]
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[Hell Razah]
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You better step your game up, Sunz draw quicker than a paint brush
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Y'all got 16's that ain't bust
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Some I float got bodies on it
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Got killers that's paid, wanna pay me to copy off it
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Get my mic rock inside your office
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You'se an industry talker, I'm in the streets
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Death to infinity, we gonna make sure y'all respect our vicinity
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In this Matrix, my bitches is trinity
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Get popped in the back of your head like John Kennedy
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Born in the seventies, mind be where the Heavens be
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My body in Hell, where the wicked be
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I inhale mistakes and breathe out victory (Nah)
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I don't deal with no witchcraft or trickery (uh-huh, uh-huh)
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No man, no idles, no mysteries
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[Snuggle Up]
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I save a thousand dollars a day, 7 times 4 times 12
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Yo I'm eatin' and I don't touch nothin'
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I go to college, learn a trade to get paid, now who's frontin'?
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Bitches fuck me cuz they see clear, knowin' that in two years
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70 thousand dollars if I go that route
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But the most they can get is dick and they out
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I keep this rap shit on the low cuz I already knew where the dough was
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So make sure you nice so you can raise the price
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All this before a deal, oh what a way to come in!
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If this is Different Strokes I'm Phil Drummond
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[Chorus x2]
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Say Say Say
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Sunz of Man |