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(Verse 1-Steele) |
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I used to stay in my backroom, listenin' to rap tunes |
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Dad in the living room, spinnin' back the old-school |
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I guess you could call it soul food |
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Music that'll mold you, somethin' you can grow to |
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Don't be mad at what the record store sold you |
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If you bought some bullshit just 'cause somebody told you |
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My flow show you that I know what you go through |
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Put a gem on your mind, drop a jewel in the vocals |
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My speech local, but I reach all regions |
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Fly frequent, customs breachin', lah chiefin' |
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My son's favorite rapper is me, I know the reason |
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The Lord keep us breathin' and y'all keepin' us eatin' |
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And though the flag been tattered and beaten |
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We still stand, not a man in the family retreatin' |
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No set trippin', no slippin', no sleepin' |
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Full steamin' ahead on a mission to get this cream, man |
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(Hook-Steele) |
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New York, Chi-Town, Georgia, Texas |
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Cali, Florida, VA, Connecticut |
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New Jerz, DA and Mass be reppin' it |
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Maryland, we gettin' love in Canada, we respect it |
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Tour the World and it's back to the essence |
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To the block's we be reppin' where you need protection |
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So, this goes out to you, this goes out to you |
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(Verse 2-Sean Price) |
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Hey yo, blam, blammer, innocent bystander |
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Sean Price, I'm nice with the grammar |
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Y'all niggas can't rhyme, y'all need to go back to the lab |
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Formula one, get a pen and a pad |
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Let's start with the basic, A-B-C, one-two-three |
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My g-u-n in your f-a-c-e |
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Break your body down, collapsin' a clown, clap with the round |
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Highway to heaven where Michael Landon standin' around |
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Understand I got my hand on the pound, I fuck you up |
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Niggas standin' around nervous, like "Yo, what up with Ruck?" |
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None of your biz, fuck around, throw one in your wig |
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Then proceed to the nearest high school, put one in your kid |
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Sean Price, man, I'm done with it kid |
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You ain't tough, you bluffin', plus you left your fuckin' gun in the crib |
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(Verse 3-Louieville Sluggah) |
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I'm an NC king, a BK boss |
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He can floss, 'cause he came off |
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With big black, housin' bags of money |
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Shit, I had to get it, ain't a damn thing funny |
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When your money lookin' funny, they play you for a dummy |
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Yeah, they play you for a dummy |
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And I ain't havin' that, go grab my gat |
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You gotta respect it, I'm well connected, you know |
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(Hook-Steele) |
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New York, Chi-Town, Georgia, Texas |
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Cali, Florida, VA, Connecticut |
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New Jerz, DA and Mass be reppin' it |
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Maryland, we gettin' love in Canada, we respect it |
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Tour the World and it's back to the essence |
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To the block's we be reppin' where you need protection |
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So, this goes out to you, this goes out to you |
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(Verse 4-Buckshot) |
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We be the movement, new and improved and |
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Fuck the hammers, y'all niggas is screwed in |
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Leeway, go 'head and play, see if I |
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Joke around, one stroke around that four-fifth I |
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Might start gettin' that vibe again |
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Forget lookin' at yours, thinkin' it's mines again (Gimme that) |
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I see you get the bigger picture |
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And now that I'm in your frame, I wanna maintain with ya |
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You know, chop it up for a bit |
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Build for a little while, get a plan to make some real chips |
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'Cause, gee I've been down for a while |
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But I'm Duck Down, so now, I'm only down for a smile |
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When the check come, respect 'em, we ain't stop |
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But you workin' over there though, huh, that's hot |
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Me, I'm worldwide, jumpin' from block-to-block |
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Lovin' it, 'cause everyone I hit 'll pop the top, ugh |
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(Hook-Steele) |
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New York, Chi-Town, Georgia, Texas |
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Cali, Florida, VA, Connecticut |
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New Jerz, DA and Mass be reppin' it |
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Maryland, we gettin' love in Canada, we respect it |
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Tour the World and it's back to the essence |
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To the block's we be reppin' where you need protection |
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So, this goes out to you, this goes out to you |
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(Verse 5-Rock) |
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Mr. Alkatraz, ain't no escapin' when my arms go, heard me |
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Been on more rap tours then Soran O'Jersey |
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Recruit a beast in every city, my squad so dirty |
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I'm the beast master don, pa, y'all gon' learn, B |
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Stunned on the new improved Boot Camp |
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You gon' look real small like a deuce-deuce in Bruce Bruce hands |
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How many niggas eatin' off us? We the new food stamp |
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We go World Wide with this wild shit, we do, you can't |
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(Hook-Steele) |
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New York, Chi-Town, Georgia, Texas |
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Cali, Florida, VA, Connecticut |
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New Jerz, DA and Mass be reppin' it |
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Maryland, we gettin' love in Canada, we respect it |
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Tour the World and it's back to the essence |
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To the block's we be reppin' where you need protection |
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So, this goes out to you, this goes out to you |
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New York, Chi-Town, Georgia, Texas |
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Cali, Florida, VA, Connecticut |
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New Jerz, DA and Mass be reppin' it |
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Maryland, we gettin' love in Canada, we respect it |
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Tour the World and it's back to the essence |
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To the block's we be reppin' where you need protection |
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So, this goes out to you, this goes out to you |
