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On the side of a bus or the back of a train |
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You're driving down the street and you see me again |
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You see my piece and it's not my gun |
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The cops see it too but I don't run |
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I gotta big black book |
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So c'mon and take a look |
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I know a nice spot and I call it mine |
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I'm gonna get to heaven without even dyin' |
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I got a mind, it's on the wall |
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Big block letters, ten feet tall |
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Clandestine, late at night |
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You won't see nothing, 'til the morning light |
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Then you'll Know My Name, c'mon on say my name |
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Yeah you'll Know My Name, say my name |
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Behind the counter and locked away |
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The tools of the trade but i'll find a away |
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A big dripper, a can of paint |
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Gonna show the fools just what I ain't |
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Control my body but never my mind |
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I'll change your view without even tryin' |