| I’m back first and foremost; |
| I’d like to thank Nas
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| For allowing me to have be on the Illmatic, and that Stillmatic Joint
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| Changed the game a whole lot, secondly I’d like to thank the Notorious B.I.G.
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| Who put Brooklyn on the map, you the revolution of that era
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| And all the artists that came after the era we started
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| I’d like to Thank the East Coast, West, the North, Dirty dirty
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| This is my story, welcome me back
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| For all those I still speak to guess we still peoples'
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| Life’s more peaceful when you low and you eating legal
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| Certain niggas never spoke now it’s peace to see you
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| It’s a different side 'cuz it’s the streets too, pleased to meet you
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| Just think I was a thief and kieful
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| Sold coke even dabbled in a bit of diesel
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| Scare ridded saw the light and I slid wit it, left the life
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| But for the price I can live wit it we all pawn
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| Know a few niggas that’s coming home
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| Could see 'em now in that '86 summer zone
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| Hope they adapt, whatever led niggas to smoking cracks
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| Knew a few that went too far for me to coach 'em back
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| What a waste, this little blood niggas’ll cut ya face
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| Catching a case’ll make you fuck around and touch your safe
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| This all I know, intelligence is all I show
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| I’m from the roots and the truth is that I love the doe, welcome me Back huh
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| You attract some of the baddest when you platinum status
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| That’s why I stay with prophylactics after what happened to Magic
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| Six days of my creation had to relax on the Sabbath
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| Remember asking certain niggas to past me a package
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| I was blind moving ass backwards
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| But you can bet it was the grind that made the cash massive
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| Back on my feet, accapella used rap to no beats
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| On the run, dun, was the first one to clap at police
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| I ever saw, can never catch me in the presents of flaws
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| Push the Accord in '94, Mack11 in the board
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| Who wanna bring it? |
| Since Nas, niggas swore I was Queensbridge
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| That’s surprising from the wise I was taught to be lenient
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| Move in silence, my moms claimed my music was violent
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| Had to school her, let her know that I’m a user of talents
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| Many faces, Gucci sneakers with the skinny laces
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| Fendi sweats and Begets all up in the bracelets
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| Welcome me home, huh |