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Uhh, uhh, yes, yes |
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Y'all wanna know, why he don't stop |
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Y'all wanna know, why he don't flop |
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Let me tell you pe-eople why |
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Came from the bottom of the block I |
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When I was born, it was sworn, I was never gon' be shit |
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Had to pull the opposite out this bitch |
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Had to get my ri-ide on |
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Eyes on the prize, Shawn knew I had to |
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Had to had to get these chips |
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Had to make moves like Olajuwon |
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Started out sellin dimes and nicks |
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Graduated to a brick |
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No exaggeration, my infatuation with the strip |
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Legendary like a schoolboy |
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Crushin merely nearly every every chick |
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Heavy shit - that's how schoolboy got whipped |
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And got left on some "Just +Me, Myself and I+" |
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On some Trugoy shit |
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Had your boys threw place up, to a place of no return |
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Had to play with fire and get burned |
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Only way the boy ever gon' learn |
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Had to lay way in the cut, 'til I finally got my turn |
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Now I'm on top in the spot that I earned |
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[Chorus] |
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It's my life - it's my pain and my struggle |
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The song that I sing to you it's my ev-ery-thing |
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Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first |
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And my thirst is the same as - when I came |
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It's my joy and my tears and the laughter it brings to me |
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It's my ev-ery-thing |
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[Verse Two: Jay-Z] |
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Like I never rode in a limo |
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Like I just dropped flows to a demo |
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Like it's ninety-two again and |
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And I got O's in the rental |
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Back in the Stu' again, no prob' livin was a whole lot simpler |
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When you think back, you thought that |
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you would never make it this far, then you |
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take advantage of the luck you handed |
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Or the talent, you been given |
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Ain't no, half steppin, ain't no, no slippin |
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Ain't no different from a block that's hidden |
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Gotta get it while the getting's good |
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Gotta strike while the iron's hot, 'fore you stop |
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Then you gotta bid it, good riddance |
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Goodbye, this is my second major breakup |
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My first was, with a pager |
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With a hooptie, a cookpot, and the GAME |
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This one's with the stool, with the stage, with the fortune |
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Maybe not the fortune, but certainly the FAME |
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[Chorus] |
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It's my life - my pain and my struggle |
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The song that I sing to you it's my ev-ery-thing |
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Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first |
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And my thirst is the same as - when I came |
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It's my joy and my tears and my laughter it brings to me |
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It's my ev-ery-thing |
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Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first |
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And my thirst like the first song I sang |
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[Outro: Jay-Z] |
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Woo! It's like the blues - we gon' ride out on this one |
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Ta-tah, be-hah |
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Yo Hah, 'member you was makin them dashes |
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for them niggaa at radio and shit? |
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Clark Kent, that was good lookin out nigga |
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Carlene - who ever thought we'd make it this far homey? |
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Sha, they can't stop us, knahmsayin? Lenny S |
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Dame whattup? Robbin the bank |
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Niggaz thought we was crazy man, 'member uhh |
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You had that fucked up ass handwritin |
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You was writin all the numbers that we was spendin now |
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for the videos we was doin ourselves, whattup? |
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Original Flavor, your accountant was crazy wrong and shit |
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But we we still put it together |
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Bigs, whassup? 'Member we went to St. Thomas and uh |
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But y'all my nizzle, your dog peed on homey leg and shit |
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at his crib - I think that was Rudy |
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And they was havin a lil trouble with the pool |
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You and Ta-tah was laughin |
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Emory was there, whattup Emory? What up Ta? |
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Hip-Hop, whattup man? |
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Ay, ay Hobb, you ain't, you ain't have no uhh |
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You ain't have no muh'fuckin seat on your, on your bicycle |
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Now you uhh, the head of black music |
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That's what I'm talkin bout right there homey - G, whattup G? |
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Yessir, e'rybody in the Roc |
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Hey Guru, I know you spoiled man |
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I be takin them shits in one take |
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You gon' have to punch niggaz shit, STICK IT, you gon' be tight |
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OG One, whattup? |
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I'm a little upset that you wasn't involved in this whole process |
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But it's all good - whassup Dash? |
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My whole family, my nephew, cousin Angie, whassup? Te-Tee |
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(B, B, B, B) Mom, you made the album, how crazy is that? |
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Bob Allah, rest in peace |
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My pops, rest in peace (Sup A.J.?) |
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Biggie Smalls, rest in peace |
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Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh |
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Nigga, I'm bout to go golfin man |
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Ay, I might even have me a cappuccino, fuck it! |
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I'm goin somewhere nice where no mosquitos at nigga |
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Holla at me - it's your boy! |
