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(feat. Dug Infinite, Syndicate) |
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[Syn] Yeah |
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[Dug] Yeah |
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[Syn] Uhh, uhh |
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[Dug] Yeah that's that shit right there |
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[Syn] We gon' have fun with this one, hehe |
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[Dug] That shit right there |
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[Syn] That's what I'm talkin about, c'mon, ahh, yeah, ahh |
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Put your hands to-ge-ther, always be two steps behind, c'mon |
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Ha ha! Yeah, they always be two steps behind |
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[No I.D.] |
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I got some niggaz in my way that's tryin to fuck my shit up |
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Crabs in the bottle of the barrel tryin to get up |
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You can't hold me down, can't cock block the crown, get the |
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Fuck out my way nigga, we cover ground that's infinite |
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I press the weight to get gainage |
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I'm flushin out your wack ass shit like drainage |
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A thousand mo' beats like this so get looted |
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I got niggaz under the gun and they shoot it |
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[Syndicate] |
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Uhh, uhh, say shoot it |
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Aiyyo, I make fresh rhymes, daily |
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You burn me? (You silly girl) |
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Hahaha, but really I'm nearly the best and the rest are just the average |
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Who knew that when I uttered a word, it would be tragic |
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Madness, inadequate ass-kicks |
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Tactics, my shit's everlasting |
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Leaving a body casting so you can hold composure |
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I told ya, I gets more exposure than Motorola |
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It's over, y'all niggaz on some out of mind shit |
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So I guess I'm on some out of time shit |
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[Dug Infinite] |
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But wait a minute, I gotta get some shit off my chest |
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Well my soul called in and it had a request |
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It said, 'Bullshit niggaz think they're, gettin away |
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But we tallyin your tab, bullshit gotta pay' (it gotta pay) |
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It's equality, nigga it ain't nuttin nice |
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Catch you on a cold day and give you nuttin but ice |
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Crushed ice, rush dis, what da fuck is dis? |
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You couldn't have a thousand hands and you couldn't touch this |
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It's that heat nigga, I come to burn up the shit |
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Let it burn to the ground, put it out with my spit |
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Ashes to ashes, yo dust to dust |
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Yo you standin in the way you gettin crushed (crushed nigga) |
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[KRS-One] "Cause we write the records that be rockin every time |
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The ones that chase us be like two steps behind" |
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[x4] |
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[Dug Infinite] |
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Yo you could take it personal, I take it any way I can |
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Cause I'm versatile, when I be crashin up your plan |
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You wanna battle? Oh you an MC, then where your beats at? |
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A carpenter, always got tools, at least a chief's hat (hahaha) |
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Uhh, yeah yeah, I know you got got no cash nigga |
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Put me in, that position, I'll be the last nigga |
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Never starvin artist, I never work the hardest |
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I always work the smartest better hope you ain't my target (nigga) |
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When I aim, I blow shit up, ask Martino |
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Keep a killer on my team, like Casino |
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It's Dug Infinite with No I.D. and Syndicate... |
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Hot damn hoe, it's gon' be some shit |
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[Syndicate] |
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Cause I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno |
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Niggaz wish to test me like the ? |
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Try, but you know that I'm that cocoa, butta brown sister |
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Kickin up mo' dust than the flusher weighed in Twister |
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Here to shake the rich I remember when I was younger |
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What I would be when I grew up is what I wondered |
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Now you're plundered under, this younger world wonder |
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Chills, to your soul in the summer |
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[Dug Infinite] |
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Now I be tryin to be cool, plus tryin to stay humble |
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But niggaz take humble like it mean I don't rumble |
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When I come for your shit, you gon' need more than aid |
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Cause I'ma invade, like a fuckin renegade (nigga) |
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You don't like me when I'm angry, cause I attack strangely |
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Hittin you from miles away, that's how my range be |
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I'm on solid ground, that you ain't gotta wonder |
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You on butter nigga when they heat up you sinkin under (whooh!) |
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See, you don't walk out on me, nigga you crazy |
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Your shit ain't real, it's a Fugazi |
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[KRS-One] "Cause we write the records that be rockin everytime |
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The ones that chase us be like two steps behind" |
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[repeat to end] |
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[Syndicate] |
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It's a Fugazi! Hahaha, yo' shit's a Fugazi, hahaha |
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Yaknahmsayin? Niggaz stay two steps behind |
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Yo' shit ain't real it's two steps behind nigga |
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Remember that, two steps behind, uhh, yeah, uhh |
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Syndicate, No I.D., Dug Infinite |
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On some next shit, yeah |
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[Dug Infinite] |
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Know they got to admit.. |
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Straight up, straight up |
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Yeah |
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That's right |
