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I'm back first and foremost; I'd like to thank Nas |
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For allowing me to have be on the Illmatic, and that Stillmatic Joint |
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Changed the game a whole lot, secondly I'd like to thank the Notorious B.I.G. |
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Who put Brooklyn on the map, you the revolution of that era |
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And all the artists that came after the era we started |
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I'd like to Thank the East Coast, West, the North, Dirty dirty |
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This is my story, welcome me back |
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For all those I still speak to guess we still peoples' |
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Life's more peaceful when you low and you eating legal |
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Certain niggas never spoke now it's peace to see you |
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It's a different side 'cuz it's the streets too, pleased to meet you |
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Just think I was a thief and kieful |
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Sold coke even dabbled in a bit of diesel |
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Scare ridded saw the light and I slid wit it, left the life |
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But for the price I can live wit it we all pawn |
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Know a few niggas that's coming home |
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Could see 'em now in that '86 summer zone |
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Hope they adapt, whatever led niggas to smoking cracks |
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Knew a few that went too far for me to coach 'em back |
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What a waste, this little blood niggas'll cut ya face |
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Catching a case'll make you **** around and touch your safe |
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This all I know, intelligence is all I show |
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I'm from the roots and the truth is that I love the doe, welcome me Back huh |
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You attract some of the baddest when you platinum status |
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That's why I stay with prophylactics after what happened to Magic |
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Six days of my creation had to relax on the Sabbath |
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Remember asking certain niggas to past me a package |
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I was blind moving ass backwards |
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But you can bet it was the grind that made the cash massive |
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Back on my feet, accapella used rap to no beats |
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On the run, dun, was the first one to clap at police |
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I ever saw, can never catch me in the presents of flaws |
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Push the Accord in '94, Mack11 in the board |
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Who wanna bring it? Since Nas, niggas swore I was Queensbridge |
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That's surprising from the wise I was taught to be lenient |
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Move in silence, my moms claimed my music was violent |
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Had to school her, let her know that I'm a user of talents |
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Many faces, Gucci sneakers with the skinny laces |
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Fendi sweats and Begets all up in the bracelets |
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Welcome me home, huh |