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(feat. Greg Nice) |
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[Singer] |
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And I don't understand...why |
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[scratches] |
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Yes, you are now rockin' with the best |
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[Masta Ace] |
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I don't do White music, I don't do Black music |
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I make rap music, for hip hop kids |
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Y'all know what it is when I get biz with this |
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Flows thats hard enough it could hit your kids with this |
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Thugs walk through Queensbridge with this |
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Italian cats drive through Bay Ridge with this |
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Pump it in they IROC, your block to my block |
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I make hits like Chuck Knoblauch |
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But don't make no error or get it confused |
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You'll find yourself gettin abused, you fittin' to lose |
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I'mma send this out to everybody |
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Every nigga, every chick, every person up in every party |
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For all the shorties in the tight denim |
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And all the hood rats gettin' jealous startin to start a fight wit' em |
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And to the D's in the black Taurus |
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Loadin' up the lead in the clip put a gat for us (echos) for us |
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[Singer] |
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And I don't understand...why |
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[scratches] |
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Yes, you are now rockin' with the best |
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[Greg Nice] |
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(echos) Oh! |
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When ya pump it in ya BM's ya pump it like this |
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When ya pump it in ya Range, pump it like this |
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When ya pump it in ya Cadillac, pump it like this |
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Way out from Brooklyn, pump it like this |
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To my people out in Queens, pump it like this |
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To my people in the boogie down pump it like this |
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People uptown, pump it like this |
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Pump it like this, yeah, pump it like this |
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[Masta Ace] |
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I get the feelin' that these cats is thinkin' |
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That I might be on the verge of sinkin' |
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Either they weeded or they heavily drinkin' |
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Niggaz know that I'm steadily seekin' to readily weaken |
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These so-called thug cats with a melody beacon |
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That the world hear, loud and clear over the airwaves |
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I move up on the charts like stairways |
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I bust raps like trailways and greyhound |
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This is for them kids that was shot on the playground |
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Yo, don't know why the streets is so evil |
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To this ghetto shit there's no equal, them yo people |
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I love rap no matter how much I say I hate it |
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Some support it, some cats player hate it |
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But understand that I'm very thorough |
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And I'm not gon' stop 'til my name is heard in every burrough |
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Every burrough |
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Every burrough |
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[Singer] |
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And I don't understand...why |
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[Greg Nice] |
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Oh! Oh! Take that turn it up now! |
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[Scratches] |
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Yes, you are now rockin' with the best |
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[Greg Nice] |
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To my people out in Cali, pump it like this |
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To my people down in Boston, pump it like this |
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My people out in D.C. pump it like this |
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My people down in Atlanta pump it like this |
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To my people down in Philly, pump it like this |
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To my people out in Texas, pump it like this |
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To my people out in Queens, pump it like this, hey |
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Pump it like this, pump it like this |
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[Masta Ace] |
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Theres a lot of love lost when you start being the boss |
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And ya name start to be in The Source and UGNR |
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Cats just start teein' off and takin' shots |
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See you makin' knots now they waitin' in vacant lots |
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Yo, I just want to write the newest sneaker |
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Or own a beeper, and hear my song come out the speaker |
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I never knew there'd be so much drama |
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I'mma send this out to all my niggaz and all my niggaz babies mamas |
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On the block with the newest prodda |
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Gettin' alotta, chips like Erica Strada |
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Uh, whats up miss, put me on your list |
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So when ya pump it in ya Bimma |
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Ya pump it like this |
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Like this |
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Like this |
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[Greg Nice] |
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What? What? What? What? |
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Turn it up now, stop playin' |
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Turn it up now, stop playin' |
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Turn it up now now, turn it up now now |
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Turn it up now now, stop playin' |
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[Singer] |
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And I don't understand...why |
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[scratches] |
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Yes, you are now rockin' with the best |
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[Greg Nice] |
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If ya sittin' on ya 20's, pump it like this |
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If ya gettin' cash money, pump it like this |
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If ya way out in Brooklyn, pump it like this |
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If ya chillin' in the club, pump it like this |
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If ya chillin' in ya mansion, pump it like this |
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If ya puffin' on trees, pump it like this |
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If ya sippin' on sizerp, pump it like this |
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What? Pump it like what? Hey pump it like what, like |
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Makes no sense just standin' around |
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Pump yo fist, jump up and down |
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Makes no sense just standin' around |
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Pump yo fist, jump up and down |
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Mashed...by the sounds...of the M...to the A y'all |
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[Singer] |
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And I don't understand...why |
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[Scratches] |
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Yes, you are now rockin' with the best |
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[Greg Nice] |
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Stop playin', blow it up now, it's ya birthday... [fades out] |
