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Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind |
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Now can I get an encore, do you want more |
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Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy |
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So for one last time I need y'all to roar |
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Now what the hell are you waitin' for |
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After me, there shall be no more |
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So for one last time, ****** make some noise |
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Who you know fresher than hov'? riddle me that |
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The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at |
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Can't none of y'all mirror me back |
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Yeah hearin' me rap is like hearin' g. rap in his prime |
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I'm, young h.o., rap's grateful dead |
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Back to take over the globe, now break bread |
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I'm in, boeing jets, global express |
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Out the country but the blueberry still connect |
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On the low but the yacht got a triple deck |
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But when you young, what the ****** you expect? yep, yep |
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Grand openin', grand closin' |
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God your man hov' cracked the can open again |
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Who you gon' find ******r than him with no pen |
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Just draw off inspiration |
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Soon you gon' see you can't replace him |
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With cheap imitations for dese generations |
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Now can I get an encore, do you want more |
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Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy |
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So for one last time I need y'all to roar |
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(what the hell are you waiting for?) |
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Look what you made me do, look what I made for you |
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Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you |
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When you first come in the game, they try to play you |
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Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you |
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From Marcy to Madison ********** |
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To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yea) |
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As fate would have it, jay's status appears |
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To be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye |
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When I come back like Jordan, wearin' the 4-5 |
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It ain't to play games witchu |
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It's to aim at you, probably maim you |
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If I owe you I'm blowin' you to smithereens |
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******sucker take one for your team |
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And I need you to remember one thing (one thing) |
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I came, I saw, I conquered |
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From record sales, to sold out concerts |
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So muh'****** if you want this encore |
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I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore |
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Ow! it's star time |
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This man is made! he's killin' all y'all jive turkeys |
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Do y'all want more of the jigga man? |
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Well if y'all want more of the jigga man |
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Then I need y'all to help me, bring him back to stage |
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Say hova, c'mon say it! |
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Ho-va! ho-va! are y'all out there? ("ho-va! ho-va!") |
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Are y'all out there? c'mon, louder! |
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Yeah, now see that's what I'm talkin bout |
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They love you jigga, they love you jigga! |
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I like the way this one feel |
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It's so muh'****** soulful man! |
