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C'mon c'mon ya ya ya ya ya |
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Yeah, now gettin 'em up, gettin 'em up what |
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Gettin 'em up, gettin 'em up what |
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Gettin 'em up, gettin 'em up what |
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Yo, yo, yo |
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What's with the melodrama? |
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Fella's wanna hover in my cypher like a helicopter like it's a special honor |
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The stealth bomba, gem droppa make the ghetto holla |
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Inter-conta-nental |
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Takin' you high like sky divers when we spark with live wires |
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Original cavemen quest for my fire |
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Express my desire to drop this new shit |
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These record executives keep tellin' me, y'all stupid |
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Now if they right, shut the fuck up! |
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Revolutionaries throw your guns up |
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Whether you a bourgie broad who actin' stuck up |
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Or some ignorant cut mutha fucker shootin' the club up |
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We gonna make ya'll feel this, break your spirit |
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If you fake that realness word we bringin' it |
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Bringin' it in from the new millennium to way after that |
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I call these cats Reynolds cuz they plastic wrap |
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Kill all the yappin' lets make it happen |
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You cats ain't real, your just a re-enactment |
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Better yet, dramatization |
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Soon as the director say action you start fakin' |
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I start breakin' |
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The whole joint start shakin' |
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This ain't the time or place for you to prove something |
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Cut the stargazin' yo, move somethin'! |
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Move Somethin' (move somethin') |
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Move Somethin' (move somethin') |
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Move Somethin' (move somethin') |
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Move Somethin' (move somethin') |
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(Word... Alright bring it back to the top) |
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To be continued... lets see what's next up on the menu |
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Run up in you lyrics that be fuckin' with you |
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In the mental, pick any mental: |
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Instru-, funda-, detri- |
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Extra extra large like the borough of Brooklyn the residential |
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exi-stential this specialist |
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Like sly stone wit my poem and fly song |
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Ride along we capture live great and die strong |
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Word we gonna rock till nothing else matters |
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You catch bodies, we catch excellent cadavers |
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Your next of kin an' shatter stories splattered in the tabloids |
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Erase your trace like your cotton mouth and we peppermint Altoids |
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Step in the high reppin' the spot called flatbush |
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Whether rappers or actors you still feel the gat bust |
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The abstract then becomes the reality |
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Alcoholics like to call it the moment of clarity |
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Kill all the yappin' lets make it happen |
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You cats ain't real, you just a re-enactment |
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Better yet, dramatization |
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Soon as the director say action you start fakin' |
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I start breakin' |
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The whole joint start shakin' |
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This ain't the time or place for you to prove something |
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Cut the stargazin' yo, move somethin'! |
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Move Somethin' (move somthin') |
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Move Somethin' (move somthin') |
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Move Somethin' (move somthin') |
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Move Somethin' (move somthin') |
