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Big Daddy Kane |
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Veteranz Day |
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Do U Really Know? |
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[kane talking] |
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Here's a little food for thought, |
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As i tell it, cause if it happened to this cat, |
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Then it can happen to you, |
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Do the knowledge |
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[song starts] |
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I was sittin' outside double parked after dark, |
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I think it was the corner of nostrand and st. mark, |
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That's when this stray cat walked up to me, |
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Now i was sure he would be, |
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But you woulda thought he'd know me, |
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Tellin' his life story to me, |
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He said 'yo kane', since way back in his life, |
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Days of rappers delight, yo he was after the hype, |
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He rocked the kangols, adidas when run and them had that spot, |
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When i came out, he had a flat-top, |
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And when naughty came out, a couple years ago, |
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He even tried the braids up in his hair, but they ain't hear him tho, |
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Vexed and down, you know next he found, |
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Heavy d was blowing up, so then he tried to gain extra pounds, |
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No thanks to that, they ranked him wack, |
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Only thing that's left to do, was to go gangsta rap, |
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So now he rhyme about the keys being sold, |
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The g's being fold, the trees being rolled, |
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Now sure he should, he started acting like he from the hood, |
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Talking thug game and had his record sales doing good, |
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And so now, you on the road to riches, |
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Referring to the womankind as hoes and bitches, |
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Yeah, you the man now because you rap is for ?????, |
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But you got your 7 year old daughter listenin', |
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The twist begin, |
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When that the image you projecting, |
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It starts to reflecting on your shorty cause she checking, |
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[chorus x2] |
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Do you really know, |
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What's the path that you really need to go, |
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And what example you really need to show, |
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The good rep or the hood rep, |
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While she's walking in her father's footsteps |
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It be that excess drama, wonder rhymer, |
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That could make one rapper, convert to, gun clapper, |
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That acting buckwild, boy you know that ain't your style, |
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Plus your thug profile is now reflecting on your child, |
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You thinking that it couldn't happen, |
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But then it happen, |
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And now you're rappin, came back to haunt you, |
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Because you want to, |
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Be in her face puffin' li with your crew, |
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You even let her take a sip or two upon your brew, |
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Instead of tryin to shed light, to keep her head right, |
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So that she wouldn't do the things that the next kid might, |
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Oh now you never did consider tho, |
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Your kid could go, |
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Trying to do the things she saw you do up in your video, |
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You went upstairs thinking that she wasn't able, |
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Slipping, left your glock sittin' pon the coffee table, |
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So as you hang, with your gang, doin your thang, |
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Blowe! unexpectedly to your ears the shot rang, |
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Came down, never thinking that you'd see what you saw, |
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Right there, layin in blood across your livin room floor, |
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So now, as you sit in grief, total disbelief, |
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Cause everything that ever mattered, |
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To you is all shattered, |
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Instead of concentratin' heavily on what your rep be, |
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You should have been thankful for your child like cheryl pepsi, |
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Cause if you would have stayed aware, |
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To whose in your care, |
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She wouldn't be no casualty to your career" |
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[chorus x2] |
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Where did they find you?, |
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You came into this game and let this new trend blind ya, |
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A&r's was wrong to sign ya, |
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You gotta be true to this game to stay in the art, |
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But guys like you get bent apart, |
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Because you ain't got it in the heart, |
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Representing who? you better not be getting new, |
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How you gonna be guerilla when you never been up in the zoo, |
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Your whole persona's theatrical, |
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Ain't nothing bout you natural, |
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Here, show me now, how many gats you pull, |
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Cause when you talk that talk, |
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You gotta walk that walk, |
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Or leave it up to the real og's up north, |
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Cause those who dramatize, realize, and be advised, |
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You couldn't handle 3 to 5, |
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Cause many seeking fortune and fame, |
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Got caught in the game, |
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Thinking the thug status was supporting the claim, |
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All you gangsta acts y'all be guerillas on tracks, |
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But relax, cause this is just wax, |
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Tell em again, |
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You gangsta acts be guerillas on tracks, |
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But relax, cause this is just wax, |
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One more time, |
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Y'all gangsta acts y'all be guerillas on tracks, |
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But relax, this just wax, nigga, damn |
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[chorus x2] |
