| [Intro: Guilty Simpson &
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| Black Milk
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| Whoa
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| New shit
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| (Yo) Yeah
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| Go
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| This the one that gone get live on the club man
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| Matter of fact, DJ turn it louder
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| Uh, uh
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| Turn it louder
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| From the floor to the ceiling
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| Detroit in the muthafuckin building
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| Destroy everything, yo, we kill it
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| D-Boy on them big boy wheels yep
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| Too cold to grab
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| Even more like a photo lab, I’ma shoot something
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| Niggas fold when the gun go blast
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| Half ass rappers we just fold in half
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| Throw in trash
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| Might go pop like the go-go dancing
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| And go pose for the photo lens
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| And I still got more but
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| If you wanna go flow for flow, or the toe to toe we can go but
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| New year so I’m stoppin' lames
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| Can’t give them fame so I’m not droppin' names
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| Labels played the fools like they played to lose
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| I just played you dudes, checkmate your move
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| I’m a just give them two plus two bars
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| Niggas like ease off em Black, please just cool off
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| Real music I crush gimmicks
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| Give it up, naw, more like Willie Hunts with it
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| Hands to the sky, get them high
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| Call up for help, this shit is fire
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| Sound sound alarm, sound the alarm
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| Sound sound alarm, sound the alarm
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| Hands to the sky, get them high
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| Call up for help, this shit is fire
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| Sound sound alarm, sound the alarm
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| Sound sound alarm, sound the alarm
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| Yeah,
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| Too live for TV
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| (Get em' Guilt) Too real for radio
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| They hate the joint but they’ll play it though
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| (Why?) The fans demand the man and I’m him
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| Chipped up watch and fresh Timbs
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| Throw em up high, gun for the spy
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| Tryin 'to catch wind like the spread wings on a fly
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| Nigga I, solemnly swear to rep thorough men
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| Got em' hooked like black tar heroin
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| Barrels in your mouth, we own the house
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| Here to take my cut since your holdin' out
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| I’m a brand new face wit a old school weapon
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| Hammer mothafucka', yeah 3−5-7
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| I gotta feed my brethren
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| No excuses so withholding doe is useless
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| Be warned if you pay me light
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| You betta' have something of value to make it right
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| Hands to the sky, get them high
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| Call up for help, this shit is fire
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| Sound sound alarm, sound the alarm
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| Sound sound alarm, sound the alarm
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| Hands to the sky, get them high
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| Call up for help, this shit is fire
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| Sound sound alarm, sound the alarm
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| Sound sound alarm, sound the alarm |