| Dirty rotten, never forgot noids plotin' and I ain’t scared to say it
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| «I feel the Lord is watching!"Jesus'll walk a mile
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| Give me a hundred thousand and then a
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| Hundred loses, but I can’t
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| Be a coward
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| Peep this, coboculated, your mind scrambled
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| Eggs and brothas feel me comin,'
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| I started gunnin' big, hit'
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| Em up in two thousand and trizzle
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| Heads feelin' the bullets and the death
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| On my back (Oh yeah, fa shizzle!)
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| Ooh, tell me whats critical, is it your reputation?
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| Anyone attack it wait for the incubation, now for your mother
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| Fucking information Bizzy’s a thug! |
| I never expected to be accepted
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| Shit, I was just sellin' drugs, reflect it in my
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| Music, the people spoted the real, that had my homeboy’s fautly
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| Still they swallowed the pill. |
| Popin' the bubbly for
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| This million dollar deal, Bizzy finally got his money, these suckas
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| They want a trill, keep it real, good, bad and ugly
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| Four in the mornin' lookin' under my bed for Ripley’s (?pills?) Oh shit
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| And thinkin' about all that, Ruthless, just keep
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| Your job, I’m a Universal Soujah! |
| Thank God! |
| (Thank God!)
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| Let me thank the Lord, like I always will!
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| Never move to Hollywood, uh, keep
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| It keep it real! |
| Now Let me thank the Lord
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| Like I always will! |
| Never move to Hollywood
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| Uh, keep it keep it real! |
| (Real!) Let me thank the Lord
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| Like I always will! |
| Never move to
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| Hollywood, uh, keep it keep it real! |
| Now Let me thank the Lord
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| Like I always will!
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| Never move to Hollywood
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| Uh, keep it keep it real!
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| (Real!)
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| Mind on my money, my money on my mob! |
| and my Benz!
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| And my friends! |
| and my job! |
| I still
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| Miss Wish’s Uncle Charles, reachin'
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| The stars, everybody talkin'
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| Bone breaking up, nigga
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| Flesh behind bars, he the one that
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| Bought the tickets, can I get any
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| Realer? |
| Baby I’m just the realest. |
| (Noooow)
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| Back to the real shit, (real shit) mental
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| Methodic push the hottest product
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| Bizzy through Ghetto College, checkin'
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| Out up out of College
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| Man I’m not Eddie and I’m not David Ruffin
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| And I’m not Michael Jackson, nigga, I’m a say something!
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| I’m not incompitent, never a pill fiend
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| I only smoke some weed, and sip some
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| Hennesey, is that too thuggish for you? |
| Well if it is, I’m sorry
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| Give me no Grey Goose
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| Gator Skin, White Marley’s
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| Thinkin' bout all that, Ruthless can keep the job
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| Bungalo, Bright and Swole
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| (Sweet Jesus) Praise God!
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| Let me thank the Lord, like I always will!
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| Never move to Hollywood, uh, keep
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| It keep it real! |
| Now Let me thank the Lord
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| Like I always will! |
| Never move to Hollywood
|
| Uh, keep it keep it real! |
| (Real!) Let me thank the Lord
|
| Like I always will! |
| Never move to
|
| Hollywood, uh, keep it keep it real! |
| Now Let me thank the Lord
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| Like I always will!
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| Never move to Hollywood
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| Uh, keep it keep it real!
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| (Real!)
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| I could never even look at my Nigga’s girl
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| Never try and stick it to his babie’s mama
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| For … nothin in the world!
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| Why snitch, switch and be a bitch? |
| man you on some bullshit
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| Oh yeah, I don’t want to be
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| Friends, who needs enimies?
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| So stay the fuck away from the
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| Benz when it comes to your facinity
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| Besides, with jealousy
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| You might get fucked up
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| But, with no KY Jelly, only movin' when God tell me
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| Let me man up and tell my story
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| (because) it ain’t no tellin'
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| How many records I be sellin'
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| So who you callin' pretty boy?
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| Boy you a funny man
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| A modern day Schwarzenegger, but
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| Im not Running Man, and thats the only metaphor
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| I’m giving you niggas tonight, that
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| Ain’t even my steez, nigga, please
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| Show Rolling Stones just what that thug life like
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| Ride! |
| I’d like to thank you
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| For putting me in your article
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| Practically distroyed my life…
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| Let me thank the Lord, like I always will!
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| Never move to Hollywood, uh, keep
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| It keep it real! |
| Now Let me thank the Lord
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| Like I always will! |
| Never move to Hollywood
|
| Uh, keep it keep it real! |
| (Real!) Let me thank the Lord
|
| Like I always will! |
| Never move to
|
| Hollywood, uh, keep it keep it real! |
| Now Let me thank the Lord
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| Like I always will!
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| Never move to Hollywood
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| Uh, keep it keep it real!
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| (Real!) |