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Oh shit, here we go |
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Oh shit, here we go |
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Oh shit, here we go |
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Oh shit, here we go |
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Oh shit, here we go |
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Oh shit, here we go |
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Oh shit, here we go |
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Oh shit, here we go |
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Oh shit, here we go |
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Busta Rhymez up in the place true indeed |
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yes I catch wreck and that's word on my seed |
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I guarantee to give you what you need |
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One blood everybody like Junior Reid |
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Wake up every morning yo I must up seed |
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Nationwide darkhorse make the world stampede |
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Yo really let me roll some weed |
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mad charged nigga now I must proceed |
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Yo we 'bout to make you set speed |
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Peace to Baby Phife, Q-Tip, Ali Shaheed |
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Watch me knock you out like Apollo Creed |
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Body blow bustin' your shit making you bleed |
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Just feed off dynamic flows an take heed |
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Need more information homeboy then just read |
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Ay-Ya!! you can read all about the pure breed |
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Do the bogle dance I'll do the pepperseed |
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Hey, hey, hey, hey |
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Uh! |
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Uh! |
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Hey, hey, hey, hey |
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Uh! |
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Whoa-ha, whoa-ha |
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I got you all in check |
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Naa, na-na-na-na |
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Na-na-na-na |
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Na-na-na-na-na-na |
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Na-na-na-naa |
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I need somebody to help me say it one time |
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Whoa-ha, whoa-ha |
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I got you all in check |
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Naa, na-na-na-na |
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Na-na-na-na |
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Na-na-na-na-na-na |
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Na-na-na-naa |
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Uh! |
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Whoa-ha, whoa-ha |
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I got you all in check |
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Drop an gimme 50, drop an gimme 50 |
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Open up the trunk, o-open up the trunk |
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Drop an gimme 50, drop an gimme 50 |
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Open up the trunk, o-open up the trunk |
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Drop an gimme 50, drop an gimme 50 |
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Drop an gimme 50, girl, drop an gimme 50 |
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Low End Theory tape, bass, bass crazy kicking |
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Open up the trunk, o-open up the trunk |
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Lookin' for a smile like mine, you can't find it |
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Lookin' for a smile like mine, you've been blinded |
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Lookin' for a smile like mine, you can't find it |
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Lookin' for a smile like mine, you've been blinded |
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Open up your morning light |
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And say a little prayer for I |
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You know that if we are to stay alive |
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And see the peace in every eye |
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I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side |
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Stayin' alive was no jive on second hands |
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Moms bounced on old men |
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So then we moved to Shaolin land |
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A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose |
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Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot |
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And let's start it like this son, rollin wit this one |
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And that one, pullin out gats for fun |
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But it was just a dream for the teen who was a fiend |
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Started smokin woolies at 16 |
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And running up and gates, and doing hits for high stakes |
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Makin' my way on fire escapes |
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No question I would speed, for cracks and weed |
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The combination made my eyes bleed |
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No question I would flow off and try to get the dough all |
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Stickin' up white boys on ball courts |
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Forever, forever, forever-ever, forever-ever! |
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You went to school to learn, girl |
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Things you never, never knew before |
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Like I before e except after c |
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And why 2 plus 2 makes four |
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Now now now, Im gonna teach you |
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All about love, dear |
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Sit yourself down, take a seat |
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All you gotta do is reapeat after me |
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Come on, come one, come on |
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Let me show you what its all about! |
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Come on, come one, come on |
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Let me show you what its all about! |
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Come on, come one, come on |
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Let me show you what its all about! |
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Come on, come one, come on |
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Let me show you what its all about! |
