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[Intro]Uhh, that's right |
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Uhh, know what it is[Verse 1] |
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I remember mixtape exclusive, no name producers |
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You wasn't hot til' you sold by all boosters |
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Run up in the chicken coop, corner the rooster |
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We used to call that "jammin the chickens" |
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Them the old days, god damnit |
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I miss 'em |
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We was rappin 'for we knew what it was |
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We was rappin for a reason to cuss |
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Now I just rap cause |
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I'm fuckin in love with it |
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Kinda shy guy, so |
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I had to go public with it |
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Hip-hop and fish scales and a blue g wedding |
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Had twins called |
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Hell and Heaven |
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Nobody really knows when they watchin a legend, til' he gone |
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Til' y'all kingdome come, in |
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God's name |
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Come back like |
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Christ and demand for his throne |
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Rock oil on floatin cologne |
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That's why these feel so bitches can't leave me alone, |
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I'm gone[Hook] |
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Yuh, I live and die for this shit |
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Hip-hop, the love of my life |
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Ha, uh, I live and die for this shit |
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Hip-hop, the love of my life |
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Ha, uh, I live and die for this shit |
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Hip-hop, the love of my life |
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Yuh, uh, I live and die for this shit |
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Damn straight, |
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I'ma ride for my bitch, ha[Verse 2] |
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Yuh, and I do what |
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I gottaLive for this shit, and |
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I prolly die bout it |
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Time to switch it up, the game done got too crowded |
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All you niggas jukin and jivin, |
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I doubt it |
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Dealin this and killin that, lame sound childish |
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The only trap is in ya brain, nigga snap outta it |
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Ain't nothin wrong, bein smart, black, and proud of it |
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We all came a long way, we got a thousand miles to get, shit |
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But ain't |
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I allowed to vent?we need more cuttin in, but still they sound a bit like whoever |
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Got it in, probably out now |
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Welcome to the city of men, it's goin downtown |
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But I am from a part of the slum, where the hustle is brung |
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Where they think that success wouldn't come |
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I am hip-hop, and it's strictly the song |
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Profess all the molds, |
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I'm coming second-to-none |
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I'm hollin'[Hook] |
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Yuh, I live and die for this shit |
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Hip-hop, the love of my life |
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Ha, uh, I live and die for this shit |
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Hip-hop, the love of my life |
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Ha, uh, I live and die for this shit |
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Hip-hop, the love of my life |
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Yuh, uh, I live and die for this shit |
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Damn straight, |
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I'ma ride for my bitch[Verse 3] |
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Yeah, they figured hip-hop's a fad, it would die out quick |
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But it spread like wild fires, got the whole world lit |
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Can't stop boppin they head, they bumpin our shit |
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B.G.'s to germany, got 'em pumpin they fists |
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Got soldiers all over, gettin crunk in this bitch |
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Shoot up the charts with number one hits |
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Shoot up the club, with a full clip |
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How you like us now? |
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The whole world til' |
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I dig, yeah |
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Hip-hop, the love of my life, my girl, my bitch |
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My wife, my soul-mate, without her |
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I'm sickTie the knot, jump the roo, we a perfect fit |
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No pre-nump, she was with me before |
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I was rich |
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We fell in love when we was just kids |
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And see no love lasts as long as this |
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Til' death do us part, |
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God forbid we split |
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Let nothin break this relationship |