| All I ever did was teach folk in the community
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| A place where ain’t no lawyers, or ain’t no 'munity
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| Talked 'bout that in my city and how to keep it up
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| Explain to in detail why you boys don’t know my struggle
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| It’s that real deal shit from a real motherfucker
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| My stomping ground make me a ill motherfucker
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| Somebody say you might not like my music cause you might get burned from it
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| Mr. Miyagi with this shit dope, you learned from it
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| It’s that murder man music, it’s that nigga Boosie
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| 30 chains on his neck, look at him, that nigga stupid
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| He on parole but look around 'em, he got 22
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| I trained 20 niggas, they busting 20 Ubers
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| I thought 'em how to sell, how to stack they mail
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| When they stripping fail, I got 'em outta jail
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| If that ain’t real, what you call that? |
| Came home got it all back
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| My line busy nigga, call back
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| Mr. Miyagi with this real shit
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| Mr. Miyagi with this real shit
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| Mr. Miyagi with this real shit
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| Mr. Miyagi with this real shit
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| I took niggas with no hustle, met them outta juvy
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| Riding with niggas like Busta and
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| I took care of niggas, if I was sliding, they was sliding with me
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| Wonder why a nigga couldn’t sit and testify me
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| Fucking everything we did get up and lie on me
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| If that ain’t high ratings, Mr. Miyagi
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| Fuck any nigga that ain’t got my back, I know God got me
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| They said I wouldn’t come at all, go watch
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| They say all my niggas looking like they got hard faces
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| Mr. Miyagi, why the fuck you think they couldn’t break?
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| Something rouge, they was schooled by a mental patient
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| Cause all they had was niggas brains on the dinner table
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| If they ever ever ghetto, they look up to me
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| Everybody just a little, they won’t fuck with me
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| If you’s an animal, then I’m fucking me
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| wax on, wax off, Mr. Miyagi |