| No it just don’t stop, no it just don’t stop
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| No it just don’t stop, no it just don’t stop
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| Yeah yeah, back up in this mothafucker once again
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| It’s the nigga Lord C, with my motherfuckin peeps
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| Mr Lawnge and Dres, from the Black Sheep
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| Yeah
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| And they keeping it real, you know what I’m sayin?
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| And now they gonna do they thing once again
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| Cause it’s been a while
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| So yo God, what’s up?
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| Yo do your thing paw
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| Kids rave and rant, yo they chant for the phantom
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| And some say handsome, they weed out, your ransom
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| Ask one, they’ll tell one, I do my thing well son
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| My name’s ringing bells come
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| To break your half nelsons
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| Immaculate Queens General child
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| Headed for Federal wild, ahead of schedule
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| I jostle for revenue while
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| He was sound, I found my father was my rich figure
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| He used to hustle with the father of his bitch nigga
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| I’ll squeeze the trigger, like you dissed my little sister mister
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| Twist a blunt with my wrist, and spark it up in front of this 'ter
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| Sometimes, I hit Astoria, where niggas still play Corridors of Death
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| Before I go, I drop that one at the door of 2 °F
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| Whoever’s there, like I was, could probably use it
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| We couldn’t do shit but catch vics, and if the shoe fits, remove it
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| Tony Hands-high, Tom and Jerry, Scam squad
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| Yo my man was Sham God, growing up with J Cobb
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| Now in time, we grew apart
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| With the weight you inherit at birth, and the larcen in our hearts
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| Yo why do we laugh? |
| tell me, why do we frown?
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| Why does Stevie wonder? |
| yo why is James brown?
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| Some things are unexplainable, and some things just win
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| Yo, everything’s attainable, that’s why I do my thing
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| (Do your thing paw)
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| Yo times was hard
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| (Do your thing paw)
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| You can see my skin got scarred
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| (Do your thing paw)
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| Wildin' on the boulevard
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| Making crazy noise with the boys, down to pull a niggas card
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| (Do your thing paw)
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| My projects gets devotion
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| (Do your thing paw)
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| Back my Mama did the Coco-motion
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| (Do your thing paw)
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| The buckwild kids, flipping pages on a notion
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| When you see Jaws, and now we’re 'noid of the ocean
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| Before This Or That could ever commence in my mind
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| I made the moon shine, like Capone committed crime
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| Was in my enzymes to rock it for times
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| And brothers that made G’s
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| Without a basketball or rhymes, please
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| I lock blocks, without a lead, I leave Cop hops
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| My brown flock, smoking green crops, selling black tops
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| Summer of '85, Prince and Rosie is the best
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| The blessed, justify with a pro, couldn’t fess
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| We never play brain, cause then you’re waiting for rain
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| Like a vet, I light a cigarette when I want the train
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| You can’t afford what I paid
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| With Sha-Gene, Born and Lord
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| And word to little rich kids about to get floored
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| By the pocket-picking, Philly licking, vic’ing individual
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| O.G. |
| and that be, the god that’s original
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| Think about it baby, you know me
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| I tried to play low-key, but everybody knows
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| Where the toke be
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| Under your nose, I blow foes up like mortar
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| Cause, my crew make waves where you don’t even see water
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| I’d slaughter, long before you ever play me for a porter
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| And tell you to your face, you’re out of order
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| (Do your thing paw)
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| Hand to hand, the money in stacks
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| (Do your thing paw)
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| Snatching pocket-books to Russian mink hats
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| It’s a live show, gotta focus 5-O's on the low
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| And it don’t stop, Jack, until you stop being black
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| (Do your thing paw)
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| I never wanna be, any broker
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| (Do your thing paw)
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| I’m a first generation blunt smoker
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| Skill, the cypher gettin money, we’d build
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| When the spliff went around, right after English was spilled
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| Now-a-day I lay like heroin was in my vein
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| I get nice, and think twice about the high price of fame
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| We don’t care, beware, if it moves, black attack it
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| My man Peewee bought a bullet, with his Red Alert jacket
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| Some of my peeps left wills, and others are owning buildings
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| It’s hard coming home, when there’s nothing that you’re skilled in
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| I, nowaday, put away rhyme and reasons
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| Cause some drive by, but in New York they lay and leave 'em
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| Nobody confronts, we hide behind guns and blunts
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| Now the powers that be happy getting everything they want
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| Cause now there’s a deficit, for lack of slave labour, por favor? |
| Somebody my peoples need a saviour
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| Peace to understanding my brother, understanding my brother
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| Every day the sun shines, love from your mother
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| God bless, the child that’s got his chrome
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| Yo nowaday, keep your problems kid, cause I got my own
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| The timezones, I jones for my sanity, I told yer’s
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| I, woke up this morning and the world was on my shoulders
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| They say, I’m destined to repeat, we’ll see how fall that rise
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| So when you look up to my son, I bet you see me in his eyes
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| (Do your thing paw)
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| Sometimes, it makes your wanna holla
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| (Do your thing paw)
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| I do or die daily for a dollar
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| (Do your thing paw)
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| Kids dash, up out the Dollar hall without a pass
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| I gets cash, and plus I’m more creative than the class
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| (Do your thing paw)
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| I got the sound, you need not shove
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| (Do your thing paw)
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| Yo, there’ll never be another love
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| Fuck it in a bucket, cause my skill’s too big to tuck it
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| And the niggas at my back, would feel so cheated if I snuck it
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| Yeah, unh!
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| As we do, as we do, as we do
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| What we muthafuckin' want to
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| Check it out, shouting out to my peoples
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| Wherever you be
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| Yo Big Val, Big Popote, AZ and Sess
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| Yo what’s up Vianca?
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| My man Jacque, my baby Nina, Bullock
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| Peace to Sayquan and Nanos
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| My man Steve O, and J. R
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| Yo Quran, what’s happening?
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| Michelle Stewart, and Shaka Zu
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| Yo Laurelton and Lafayette you know exactly how we do
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| Chi Ali, The Legion, Emage |