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[Intro: Sample Of Lil' Fame] |
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Sing Like Bilal! |
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[Joell Ortiz (Sample Of Lil' Fame):] |
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Uh! Uh! Y-Y, Y-Y-Y-YAOOOWWWWW! |
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J-J-Joell Ortiz, yeah (Sing-Sing like Bilal!) |
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Oh! Aiyyo Flex I got the kite, I was tuned in saturday night |
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Heh heh! You hear these guys?! (Sing-Sing like Bilal!) |
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[Verse 1:] |
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You remove the big label that be backin them (Uh) |
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The moistened nine, ice the fake platinum |
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And bring it back to rap I will flatten them |
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I'm the best across the board like Tat and 'em |
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New York, If you feelin like me then you tired |
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Of listenin to liars, wishin it was fire |
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But none of them is hot not the flicker of a lighter |
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I'm about to blow up in they face Richard Pryor |
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Your industry buzz ain't valid on the streets loser |
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We don't care about them mags and them weak rumors |
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Your secret wack parties with free hookah |
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Ev'rybody walkin 'round tryin to be cooler |
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Nah! See I be where they keep ruegers |
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You ain't got to be in beefs the police shoot ya |
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The ox will give ya a I'll buck fifty |
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New rappers is cool but we still bump Biggie (Baby) |
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I walk and perfects with a I'll one with me |
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Fitted to the side on my Brooklyn shit |
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No V.I.P. I ain't shook for shit |
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I'm at the bar like afrter push ups and dips |
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As for this mic they don't want nothin (Why?) |
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'Cause I eat 'em for breakfast, oatmeal cornmuffins |
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Lil' insects y'all all buggin |
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Flex I got you, next time I'll call up and record somethin |
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[Chorus: DJ Premier scratchin] |
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W-When you hear-W-W-When you heard me rewind me |
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From the city where niggas known for puttin in work ("Xzibit") |
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I-I-I-I make 'em nervous, I do it on purpose ("LL Cool J") |
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W-When you hear-W-W-When you heard me rewind me |
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From the city where niggas known for puttin in work ("Xzibit") |
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This here serious ("Erick Sermon") |
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Sing-Sing like Bilal! ("Lil Fame") |
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[Verse 2:] |
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Check, I see your mouth movin, but you ain't sayin nothin |
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Ya boy's speakers all heat like my neighbor's oven |
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If I'm ANYWHERE near a mic, then I'm claimin somethin |
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I can't resist "The Temptation", David Ruffin |
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Hah! Who feelin froggy? Hop, kiddo! |
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I see to it Miss Piggy is a chopped widow |
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Before I saw gwap from Joell features |
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I had the corner on lock, Darrelle Revis |
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It's so I treat rap like coke, bet it |
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You want lines, gimme mines, homie no credit |
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Y'all was hyped about homes like, no sweat it |
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He turned out to be a "Bus", Jerome Bettis |
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I'm on my chiro shit now, "back" at it |
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Steady spittin that crack, I'm a crack addict |
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The belt sittin on my wiast, take a crack at it |
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My craft'll put you to sleep - hehe, Craftmatic |
