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[Verse 1: Phife Dawg] |
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Coming from the urban city ghettos |
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But we still King, queen, natural born rebels |
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Black tails, crack sales |
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Heavy [?], we do- (push it along) |
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We done seen everything |
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From niggas, gun fights, sellin' dope, gettin cream |
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It ain't the pressure, you can ask my ancestors |
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Trifecta from the Tribeca |
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I bet you we a (push it along) |
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Resurrect, lil' effort |
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Lil' 17 tryna' microphone check it |
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Niggas tryna' stress it |
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Rather see me Pyrexin' |
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That ain't me, that ain't we |
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We the essence |
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[Hook] |
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Push it along (uh-uh), push it along (okay) |
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Push it along, just push it along (come on) |
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[Verse 2: T3] |
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It's too much to spit, my life is kind of tragic |
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I'd rather spit a hit for the jam and be Kobe |
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Still on the quest like Phife and Jarobi |
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Gotta (push it along, just) |
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Tired of being bummed out |
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[Phife Dawg] |
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Yeah, It's been a minute |
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Nothing short of 60 seconds |
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Can't stomach where I come from |
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Hard to eat breakfast |
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You ain't refined when you tryna' get acceptance |
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Gold Lexus, Rolex's, stupid dumb necklace |
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(Push it along) |
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[Baatin] |
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You see the rap game is stitched in my hoodie |
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Like, when I'm on the mic to excite |
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You like I'm goodie |
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[?] |
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You guessed this, what is this |
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Spit [?] when I kick this, relentless |
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[Phife Dawg] |
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Yeah, you did it to death |
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But that's a death wish |
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Gotta do it big like you Precious |
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Let's just |
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[Hook] |
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Push it along (uh-uh), push it along (okay) |
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Push it along, just push it along (come on) |
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[Bridge - 3x] |
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Push it with me, you gotta pull it (yeah) |
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You gotta do what you do |
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We keep it movin', yes |
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You gotta |
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[Verse 3: Young RJ] |
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Fuck the next saint |
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Young Trey got his cream on |
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Block got him braced |
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But his [?], the love gone |
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Bout' to move up, the Jefferson theme song |
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The means are extreme, but what he goin' lean on |
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[?] |
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Who playin' hotta'? |
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Trash rhymers back off |
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Your mics gettin' cut off |
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New York or Rock City |
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We never rhyme soft |
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Emphasizin' true spit |
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Dat girth and grit (uh, yeah) |
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[Young RJ] |
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Rose Gold dreams, high self-esteem |
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Livin' on your knees ain't [?] |
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Clock don't stop, so the [?] |
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Don't clothes shop, tryna' cop |
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Heavy triple beams |
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You better (push it along) |
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Like Tribe's Instinctive Travels |
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[?] you know the boy, Mutty Ranks |
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Back in the [?] |
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[?] hiatus, I stays ready to battle |
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King from Queens, get your ass out of my castle |
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[Young RJ] |
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Yeah, preacher told 'em but it ain't clickin' |
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Light switches get dimmer when it's gray and the sun missin' |
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You gotta do what you do |
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We keep it movin', yeah |
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You gotta |
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[Bridge - 2x] |
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Push it with me, you gotta pull it, yeah with me |
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You gotta do what you do |
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We keep it movin', yes |
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You gotta |
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Just push |
