| Part 1
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| This is the moment you’ve been waiting for
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| Flow cold, nigga what you skatin' on?
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| Hot as hell, I could make you feel like you in Satan’s home
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| Locks on the locks, drops for my drops
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| Who I’m s’possed to call? |
| I need cops for the cops
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| FTP these pigs can’t kill me
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| Still so sick, no pill can heal me
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| Me no run, one test and feel free
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| I paint saints gone in the wind, I drew breeze
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| We be in the league, city under siege
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| Ain’t no competition, yea I’m in another league
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| I feel for all who’s tryna keep up with me
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| You get dragged so much you could date Mister Cee
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| Songs that I write, wrongs and the rights
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| All so dope, you could sell it to the hypes
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| Picture worth a thousand words, blind sayin' «what a sight»
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| Add kill the verse, girls say I give ‘em life
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| Go ahead, get ‘em up, where we at? |
| In the cut
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| Bet it once, bet it twice, shut it down, shut ‘em up
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| 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, set it off
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| 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, set it off
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| Go ahead, get ‘em up, where we at? |
| In the cut
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| Bet it once, bet it twice, shut it down, shut ‘em up |
| Set it off (set it off) set it off (set it off)
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| Set it off (set it off) set it off (set it off)
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| Yo, hate to pop your balloon
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| But your favourite rapper’s a coon
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| You hear the things that he spit?
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| Well really if he keep it real, then really then he like a snitch, right?
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| Rappers that you praise and the ones that you put your faith in
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| I listen to their verses and it sound like an affidavit
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| I be losin' my patience like doctors that couldn’t save theirs
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| Came into this game, they complainin' that I don’t play fair
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| We be bringin' rides to your hood like it was a state fair
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| Wait there, spittin' all this dope you swore there’s weight there
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| Say you paintin' pictures, I’m lookin' at you with blank stares
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| You ain’t killin' nothin', your verses just learned to play dead
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| Pop, pop, lights out, bet they wild out
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| Put ‘em in a hole they can’t climb out
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| Tell your coach call a time-out
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| I be goin' dumb, dumb, dumb like my mind out
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| Go ahead, get ‘em up, where we at? |
| In the cut
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| Bet it once, bet it twice, shut it down, shut ‘em up |
| 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 set it off
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| 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 set it off
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| Go ahead, get ‘em up, where we at? |
| In the cut
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| Bet it once, bet it twice, shut it down, shut ‘em up
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| Set it off (set it off) set it off (set it off)
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| Set it off (set it off) set it off (set it off)
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| They givin' cats wings for a pair of fly shoes
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| Better find God ‘fore them bullets find you
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| Shooters takin' shots like an alcoholic looter
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| Takin' out them young men, them guns like cougars
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| Somebody tell the radio I’m here to free the slaves
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| Tell your television yea, I’m here to free the slaves
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| Better know that man great, haters can’t stand me
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| I’m sayin' «psssh» like Will and Jazz’s handshake
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| Fans want that feelin' of that Tribe Called Quest
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| And still miss the feelin' of that guy called West
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| Well tell 'em church back, stayin' on my job watch me work that
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| Hungry, I don’t have time for the thirst track
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| Fuck rap, this a manifesto for the black man
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| Rollin' in the whip, whippin' master with the left hand
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| Southside Chi-Town, my town, ride hol' up
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| Like a hold up, hands up, high, high |
| Go ahead, get ‘em up, where we at? |
| In the cut
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| Bet it once, bet it twice, shut it down, shut ‘em up
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| 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 set it off
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| 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 set it off
|
| Go ahead, get ‘em up, where we at? |
| In the cut
|
| Bet it once, bet it twice, shut it down, shut ‘em up
|
| Set it off (set it off) set it off (set it off)
|
| Set it off (set it off) set it off (set it off)
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| Go ahead, get ‘em up, where we at? |
| In the cut
|
| Bet it once, bet it twice, shut it down, shut ‘em up
|
| 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 set it off
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| 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 set it off
|
| Go ahead, get ‘em up, where we at? |
| In the cut
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| Bet it once, bet it twice, shut it down, shut ‘em up
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| Set it off (set it off) set it off (set it off)
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| Set it off (set it off) set it off (set it off)
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| Part 2
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| The kid workin' like child labor
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| Rarely see my face like the neighbor of Tim Taylor
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| The prodigal son probly the product what sin made us
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| A problem that’s been major, I’m big baby, like Glen Davis
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| You dictators are dick takers, when Add spittin' that shit
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| It’s stronger than Vick’s Vapor
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| I’m killin' all of your dogs, call it a Vick favor |
| No shots to chasers, we are stayin' where the shots chase us
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| May God save us
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| I’m pourin' liquor for rappers, heard your verse and I’m laughin'
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| Hit the track and I’m lappin', you niggas talk about fashion
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| You need to come out the closet like hangers, can’t hang with us
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| Fake bitches and money’s all that the fame get us
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| Gettin' all in your feelings, you better call you a dentist
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| You know the drill, niggas ain’t fuckin' with us
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| On spacebars, you push keys, see there’s a big difference
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| A deaf man told me, homie, niggas never listen
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| A project got flows, this shit is just like a tenement
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| Put it out on the street, like it ain’t pay the rent
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| Should I stay militant or try to break the glass where the ceiling is?
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| A catch 22, catching Emmitt Smith, nigga that’s the realest shit
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| The lines needed, but the hooks is what’s reelin' in
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| I got it from my aunt when we was fishing
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| It works for this rap world I’m livin' in
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| Swimmin' in sin, how can you drown without stepping foot in the water?
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| Pardon while I part it like a barber makin' cuts, like a coach nigga |
| See my approach nigga? |
| Think we close then I’m ghost nigga
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| Nigga, they jaws dropping, no scissors, paper, I still rock ‘em
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| The door closed, no car locking
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| Nigga my flow clean so stop mopping
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| Drunk with power, go off a bar like we bar hoppin', nigga
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| I’m from a place where they throw bullets and catch cases
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| Thirty livin' with moms, playin' a PlayStation
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| In the basement, my homie ask «When you get famous
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| What you doin?» |
| I told him «fucking Sanaa Lathan»
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| He told me «Homie keep your head up, never let up
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| Chase dreams, not the cheddar, fuck the setup
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| Watch these niggas that you should be ahead of
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| Money ain’t everything, it could make it better»
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| Keep it in perspective, niggas make records breakin' records
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| Changin' then they stay reckless
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| Remember as a shorty lookin' up to the niggas on the radio
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| Now I’m gettin' older and I’m wonderin' where the hell they go
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| Step inside the booth, sad truth for the day
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| Is either you a legend or you fade, nigga
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| Either you a legend or you fade (or you fade, or you fade…) |
| When you come from nothing and have nothing
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| You value everything that you don’t have |