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(Woooooo) |
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(Yeah) |
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(Turn the music up turn the lights down i'm in my zone) |
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[Chorus] |
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Thank God for grantin me this moment of clarity |
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This moment of honesty |
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The world'll feel my truths |
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Through my Hard Knock Life time |
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My Gift and The Curse |
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I gave you volume after volume of my work |
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So you can feel my truths |
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I built the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out |
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Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt |
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(Yall can't fill my shoes) |
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From my Blueprint beginnings |
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To that Black Album endin |
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Listen close you hear what i'm about |
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Nigga feel my truths |
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[Verse One] |
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When pop died |
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Didn't cry |
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Didn't know him that well |
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Between him doin heroin |
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And me doin crack sales |
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With that in the egg shell |
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Standin at the tabernacle |
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Rather the church |
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Pratendin to be hurt |
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Wouldn't work |
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So a smirk was all on my face |
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Like damn that mans face was just like my face |
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So pop i forgive you |
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For all the shit that i live through |
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It wasn't all your fault |
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Homie you got caught |
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And to the same game i fault |
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That Uncle Ray lost |
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My big brothers and so many others i saw |
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I'm just glad we got to see each other |
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Talk and re-meet each other |
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Save a place in Heaven |
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Til the next time we meet forever |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse Two] |
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The music business hate me |
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Cause the industry ain't make me |
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Hustlers and boosters embrace me |
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And the music i be makin |
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I dumb down for my audience |
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And double my dollars |
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They criticize me for it |
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Yet they all yell "Holla" |
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If skills sold |
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Truth be told |
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I'd probably be |
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Lyricly |
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Talib Kweli |
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Truthfully |
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I wanna rhyme like Common Sense |
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(But i did five Mil) |
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I ain't been rhymin like Common since |
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When your sense got that much in common |
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And you been hustlin since |
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Your inception |
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Fuck perception |
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Go with what makes sense |
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Since |
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I know what i'm up against |
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We as rappers must decide what's most impor-tant |
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And i can't help the poor if i'm one of them |
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So i got rich and gave back |
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To me that's the win, win |
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The next time you see the homie and his rims spin |
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Just know my mind is workin just like them |
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(The rims that is) |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse Three] |
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My homie Sigel's on a tier |
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Where no tears should fall |
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Cause he was on the block where no squares get off |
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See in my inner circle all we do is ball |
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Til we all got triangles on our wall |
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He ain't just rappin for the platinum |
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Yall record |
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I recall |
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Cause i really been there before |
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Four scores and seven years ago |
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Prepared to flow |
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Prepare for war |
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I shall fear no man |
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You don't hear me though |
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These words ain't just paired to go |
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In one ear out the other ear |
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NO |
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YO |
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My balls and my word is alls i have |
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What you gonna do to me? |
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Nigga scars'll scab |
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What you gonna box me homie? |
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I can dodge and jab |
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Three shots couldn't touch me |
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Thank God for that |
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I'm strong enough to carry Biggie Smalls on my back |
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And the whole BK nigga holla back |
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[Chorus] |
