| You can you meet me meet me in the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky!
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| You could meet me in the sky, (You can meet me in the sky!) the sky, the sky,
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| the sky, the sky.
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| 'Cause we can fly above all the haters!
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| They done give me my wings! |
| Let’s fly, high, high, high, high!
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| I done made it up the mountain, lookin' down on the valley, and I’m feelin' I
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| can fly, so I dive off the cliff.
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| Hear the little kids scream; |
| they don’t know I got wings.
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| 'Til I sprinkle them with the dreams, and I hit 'em with the gift.
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| Say 'Bye bye' to them haters, haters.
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| No more lies… they can’t fade us, fade us!
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| Why they wanna test? |
| Now you rockin' with the best and my whole fan fam' is the
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| greatest, greatest.
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| Moves countin' like a calculator, evaluate the master playas. |
| Operation:
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| 'Stack Your Paper.'
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| Captivatin' money makers feel the love from above, he’s an eagle, he’s a dove,
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| call him Bone’s emancipator!
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| Everybody’s a congratulator. |
| Come and ride on this elevator, better yet take
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| this escalator.
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| Graduate to the new skyscrapers!
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| When we put 'em on a level that’s if you can deal with! |
| We take it to 'em
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| runnin' nothin' but realness!
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| Surely livin' in the life, it’s for the thrills. |
| We went up and over the hill,
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| went through the whole drill!
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| Haters try to kill with kindness, when there’s nothin' they can do to to the
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| finest.
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| Though they won’t dare cross over the line, for tryin', y’all know what’s gonna
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| happen, so they might as well remain behind us.
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| Way behind! |
| We go to hardcore grind, and never take an issue for granted since
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| I’m cool they go and take it for weakness.
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| Better take it in stride!
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| They don’t wanna see us alive, but you always steady creepin', reapin', weepin',
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| niggas went and got in way too deep in (deep in).
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| You gotta practice that before you start preachin'. |
| (preachin')
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| But ain’t no way that they can keep up (keep up)
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| 'Cause we keepin' the heat on. |
| It really don’t matter where we can meet up!
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| Nigga had it bad, cause I never had more than plenty cash, thinking the rainy
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| days was over!
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| Livin' in the past, livin' ghetto fab', never lookin' back!
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| But the fact is that I never went nowhere!
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| The truth is, me and my own ghetto got a love affair. |
| (got a love affair)
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| It’s so real, things we did, my conscious outta here.
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| I don’t care, I deserve everything I earn.
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| Hell yeah I deserve some pain! |
| I know I hurt!
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| Stop talkin'! |
| Night-walkin' real night stalkers, zoners, hungry,
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| heard it here first!
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| If you don’t believe me, with wings I’ll meet ya!
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| Playa hater hate! |
| They can hate me but they better stay away or see Krayzie
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| look insane!
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| So if they wanna hate me let 'em hate me from the bottom, way up underneath my
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| feet.
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| 'Cause really I’ve been turnin' them leaves to never ever let the suckas rise,
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| or let them bustas kill the high.
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| 'Cause they jealous in the mind, they remind me of gravity always grabbin' at
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| me pullin me down.
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| Passed on for the flight, keepin' me on the ground.
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| Still I rise and when I takeoff they fall. |
| (they fall, they fall)
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| Raise to the ceiling, try and stay away from the pretender.
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| You don’t really even get involved. |
| (-volved)
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| We play 'em all from afar, in a distance. |
| (distance)
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| And when I met Him in the sky, He had a body like a man and the lower body
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| tellin'
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| The Lord that he had a plan to make Him sure I wasn’t evil.
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| But I’m comin' with my people. |
| Ain’t no sequel, ain’t no women, ain’t no
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| vessals.
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| I’m a settle with a scepter and a lethal dosage. |
| I will live forever with a
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| serpent on my head.
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| Little glory, that’s my man! |
| I’ll be damned! |
| If I comin' through,
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| I’m runnin' with my pistol.
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| Weren’t for Moses, I’m a die but I’m a come back with y’all (with y’all,
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| with y’all)
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| That’s the way to get y’all. |
| Picture sinister plots! |
| I’m not 'nigga with no
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| land.'
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| I imagine a strand of lightning bolts and tightened ropes.
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| I’m fightin' folk with no hope. |
| Earth got me loc’ed!
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| Now chillin' in the smoke house! |
| No doubt! |
| No clout!
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| Now we’re goin' all out! |
| Earth-ball that’s all! |
| Never let the devil call.
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| Revelations! |
| Little Bizzy nigga so long! |
| Go long! |
| Metal was so precious.
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| I was resurrected! |
| Why? |
| Juniors fly to The Creat or.
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| And my brother be, brother be 'C'. |
| Throw it up! |
| Uncle 'L' comin' straight from
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| the sky, what! |