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Uhh, ooh, baby, baby |
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Keep it thug and keep yo' heat |
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Na nah nah nah nah |
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Now slowly, thinkin' of all the things that oppose me |
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I think of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me |
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For they crown they head is cut off, bodies is laid |
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Dead in the street, it's so fuckin' pitiful |
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First they love you, could be the bitch that even live with you |
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Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned miserable' |
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Cause she wanna dress like |
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Bonnie, Robin and |
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Crystal do |
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But Crystal's single, |
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Bonnie's broke and her niggaz too |
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I can do bad by myself, went from rags to wealth |
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From Jags to |
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Bentleys to plenty ass bitches |
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Can't keep they hands to they self no more |
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I'm like Hugh |
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Hefner, you lesser |
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You just a wanna be me, you can't you fagot, you bitch |
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You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down |
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So u wanna be me, you bitch, you phony |
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You clone me, u wanna be me, son, |
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I'm the one and only |
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But u wanna be me, you suckers, you weak |
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You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day |
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But u wanna be me, |
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I burn you and learn you a lesson |
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Concernin' this mic profession, turn your direction |
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You can't be me, not in your wildest fantasy |
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It's childish, should |
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I have to resort to violence? |
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Pay me a half a million, |
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I'll consult your album |
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And show you how to stay off my dick |
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That's the thing |
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I hate the most, can't even call you a man |
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When you gotta call out my name to get you some fans |
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No talent, you need direction |
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You a pussy with a yeast infection |
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You unlucky, |
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I'm your fuckin' |
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C-sectionPlus |
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I'm the last real nigga alive |
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Toast glass, |
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Ill Will, the label get high |
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Realize, how many classics |
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I gave you |
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Perhaps if you think back you'll realize that |
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I made you |
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U wanna be me, you can't you fagot, you bitch |
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You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down |
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So u wanna be me, you bitch, you phony |
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You clone me, u wanna be me, son, |
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I'm the one and only |
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But u wanna be me, you suckers, you weak |
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You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day |
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But u wanna be me, |
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I burn you and learn you a lesson |
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Concernin' this mic profession, turn your direction |
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You can't be me, |
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I'm tryin' to walk a straight line |
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Why they tryin' to take mine? |
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I'm past 8 |
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Miles of every state line |
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Eating, alligators and humming bird hearts |
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At the player's ball, |
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Brianni suits, y'all birds watch |
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As real millionaire, shit'll take place |
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Evil as Hitler's hate-race people |
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This is God, son and |
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I've comeFrom the |
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God under pure peace |
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To represent the streets |
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You'll see that my plan is not to destroy your man |
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But to bring more to mankind and teach |
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Every MC, reach for your pens and papers |
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Lesson one be creative, what you made of junior?' |
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Cause soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in your hand |
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And understand to battle |
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Nas, not in your plan |
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I'm the last real nigga alive, understand that |
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And you my offspring, the boss sting |
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A bulletproof |
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Porsche things, hard for you to understand that |
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Nas the King, where my bricks, where my band at? |
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Play me a gangster's theme, while you entertain me |
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If I ain't cryin' laughin' to the lions, throw your ass in |
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What the fuck was you niggaz thinkin'? |
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Guns'll clutch if |
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I get a inklin' that you comin' for the kingpin |
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But I laugh at you cowards, ha, ha, ha |
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Take me out, try, try, try |
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But u wanna be me, you can't, you fagot, you bitch |
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You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down |
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So u wanna be me, you bitch, you phony |
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You clone me, u wanna be me, son, |
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I'm the one and only |
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But u wanna be me, you suckers, you weak |
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You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day |
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But u wanna be me, |
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I burn you and learn you a lesson |
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Concernin' this mic profession, turn your direction, you can't be me |