| Yeah, hah
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| Aceyalone, 2K6
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| Yeah, one time for your mind
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| Two times for the rest of your life
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| Yeah, uh, get some, get some
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| Let’s get busy, yeah
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| I’m in the crib with the radio cranked up
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| Loud as the world but nobody else can hear it
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| I spit lyrics over beats with the break-up
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| Listen to the hook while they’re screaming out wake up
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| You gotta move through the world like you own it
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| I’d never known it to be such a thing of the past
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| Love life, let it love you back
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| I think fast, that’s why I think I’m out of your class, c’mon
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| Tennis shoe pimps, part time players
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| Preachers on a soapbox lead us in a prayer
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| I know you wouldn’t lie in my face, you wouldn’t dare
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| No it ain’t fair, three of a kind can be the pair, yeah
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| But I’m a jack of all trades, gotta back 'em off
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| Lead 'em if they wanna come but it ain’t no slackin' off
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| Like to lay low 'til it starts crackin' off
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| Give 'em more than enough time to get they mackin' off
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| Yes God, I’m doin' my job
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| I got a squad of soldiers who are ready to mob
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| We find one foreign tongue, we rip you apart
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| The ancient art of healing baby, give me your heart
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| Yes God, I’m doin' my job
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| I got a squad of soldiers who are ready to mob
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| We find one foreign tongue, we rip you apart
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| The ancient art of healing baby, give me your heart
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| Oh yeah, papa’s got a brand new bag
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| And old drag of coach swag, zig or zag, yeah
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| What a dilemma tryna be a swimmer
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| Crossin' a river without a boat, tryna deliver these notes
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| I’m just a messenger, don’t dig with the message
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| You better get it where I got it, show you right where I left it, and if
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| You think we ain’t on the brink of somethin' new, I’ll give you somethin' to do,
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| now don’t blink
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| When all my hokies call me, no one should be able to hold me
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| They sew me out and try to control me, they frontin', they phony
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| And in one split second it’s a glimmer of light
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| 'Member the masters, power of people unite
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| I ain’t never been on a level without any honor
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| I ain’t interested in givin' up so don’t even bother
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| While others tend to drown, you can wade in the water
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| You gotta try harder and know exactly what you a part of, c’mon
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| Yes God, I’m doin' my job
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| I got a squad of soldiers who are ready to mob
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| We find one foreign tongue, we rip you apart
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| The ancient art of healing baby, give me your heart
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| Yes God, I’m doin' my job
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| I got a squad of soldiers who are ready to mob
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| We find one foreign tongue, we rip you apart
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| The ancient art of healing baby, give me your heart
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| All year, all year, it’s here, here
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| I know some of y’all better just steer clear
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| Got a hundred tons of funk when I dunk, I ain’t drunk
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| And I’m runnin' over roadkill, dogs and deers
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| Yeah don’t stop, don’t pause, switchin' gears
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| I veer left, fear death, not eyes and ears
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| I ain’t got a problem runnin' right into your barricade
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| Breakin' down the wall in my life, I ain’t afraid
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| Can’t get enough but I take what I need to marinate
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| And be with the goddess of singing, a beautiful serenade
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| The rope cutter, hope dealer, gorilla
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| But I will sputter, I’m from the gutter, the long strutter
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| This is the era of the perfect era
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| Yeah, get some
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| Aceyalone, Project Blow
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| Yes God, I’m doin' my job
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| I got a squad of soldiers who are ready to mob
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| We find one foreign tongue, we rip you apart
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| The ancient art of healing baby, give me your heart
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| Yes God, I’m doin' my job
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| I got a squad of soldiers who are ready to mob
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| We find one foreign tongue, we rip you apart
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| The ancient art of healing baby, give me your heart |