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Yeah, LB's back in this |
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Please bear witness |
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"On and on and on and on and on and..." --> Q-Tip |
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To the one and only Rapper Big Pooh |
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Phonte, 9th Wonder y'all |
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Y'all know how we do every time we come out |
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Check it out uh, yo, uh |
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They wanna know Pooh and this rap life |
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They wanna know what it's like not to sleep nights |
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They wanna do joints, have 'em sound butter |
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They wanna roll with the League and know Scudda |
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They wanna know Dilla, they wanna know Dho |
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Topshop, Missians(?) their studios |
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They wanna rhyme with 'Te, get beats from P |
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Be the third member yelling out LB's |
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They wanna role trip, niggas trip on the roll |
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Plenty clowns, they wanna know Mike now |
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They wanna know Po', they wanna know Wu |
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End '98, they wanna help start something new |
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They wanna know this hunger, they wanna know |
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why hate seems to fuel niggas longer |
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They wanna know if they can make me quit |
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Muh'fuckers, I'm built for this, so get your game right |
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[Chorus: Darien Brockington] |
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And on and on and on and on |
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And on and on and on and on |
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And on and on and on and on and on, ohh, ohhhh |
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[Phonte] |
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They wanna know 9th, they wanna know Pooh |
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But they ain't tryna know the crazy shit they go through |
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Like four AM in the booth recording vocals |
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or at the club watching fake niggas approach you |
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They wanna know 'Te, the one that's wild and crazed |
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Not the nigga with a child to raise |
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Not that nigga that's dead broke and writes a page |
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to keep his faith through the long nights and faceless days |
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Shit, niggas be eyeing me down |
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Wanna be my appetite for destruction but I'm died in now |
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Wanna see my team fall out or step out of bounds |
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so they can try and take control of the crown |
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But as long as fam is holding me down |
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it's crunch time with a minute to go |
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I'm at the baseline stealing the show |
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And when I make a million or so, still focus on God |
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Cause rap might decide it don't feel me no more |
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[Chorus] |
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[Darien Brockington] |
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And on... oooh |
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You can't stop to the break of dawn |
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You can't stop no, no |
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[Rapper Big Pooh] |
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I wanna know joy, get away from pain |
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Have money in my pocket taking care of things |
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Not the dookie role-pairing bone or finger rings |
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But a house with some land, real estate man |
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I wanna know success, get away from hate and |
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It's enough food, we all get a plate and |
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[Phonte] |
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Break bread like Merida and Sunbeam |
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One team coming through in your speaker for one thing |
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In a short time went from unsigned and unseen |
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to outshining you niggas without the sunscreen |
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We home run hitters, y'all niggas just bun sing |
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On a quest to make history tryna run things, LB |
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[Chorus] |
