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| Yeah, uh-huh, what you see?
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| What you see? | 
| Uh-huh, uh-huh, who dat?
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| Damn, how does it feel to see shit change
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| Like the season? | 
| For no reason, you out of range
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| It’s strange how time go by
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| Like tick-tick-tock and you don’t know why
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| (Why ask why? I live everyday like my last
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| Take a second, get in check with that nigga in the glass
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| What he think, how he move, is he ready for action?
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| In the streets when you snoop, then you soon get a casket)
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| The tactics, never throw rocks at a glass house
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| Mind over matter, no matter who spaz out
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| 'Cause you could do a ten-to-lifer
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| Pretendin' life ain’t worth it, but you know that you’re hurtin'
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| (That's why I stay puttin' work in, hood hurtin', some hungry
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| Out late, trey-eighty, crazy for that blood money
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| Take this quote from the Book of Life from me
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| Love hella right, sonny, life ain’t all that funny, when you…)
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| «Look In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» «In the Mirror»
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| «In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» «Look at yourself»
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| «Look In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» «In the Mirror»
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| «In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» «Look at yourself»
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| Ain’t near 'nother like me, that’s one with the streets
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| Blow on the mic, become one with the beats
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| Can’t change who I be, you get what you see
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| Only one way to do it, and that’s B-I-G
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| (Look, to the day I D, just remember me
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| Blow a chronic sack, down some Hennessy
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| Life is a hustle, we buck you for money
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| I might crack a smile, but ain’t a damn thing funny)
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| I shoot the dice, I holler «Get 'em girls», all my niggas twirl
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| Up the pissy and the swishy, this is Smokey’s world
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| (Stackin' like a hustler, run a good run for two years
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| Now he got two stores in laundromats, ooh yeah
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| So wash the dirty off, 'cause if the boy’s burned out
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| Dinner’s gonna be…)
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| Since I left the smoke alone, you know my hustle got stronger
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| Team got more guns, our money got longer
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| «Look In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» «In the Mirror»
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| «In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» «Look at yourself»
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| «Look In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» «In the Mirror»
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| «In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» «Look at yourself»
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| Hey yo, Black African rap, slap your naps with the back of the gat
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| And smoke a spliff where I traffic the crack
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| Y’all niggas can’t rhyme, y’all more like a amateur show
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| Get out of line and the hammer will blow
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| Goddamn it, the flow have' niggas sayin' «He's so nice»
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| Supernatural the shit, pa, Rico Price
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| I’m an African readin' 'bout Stephen Biko’s life
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| You an addict and thinkin' 'bout how you beat yo wife
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| Listen, that’s my word, Sean the best rapper you ever heard
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| That be spittin' that, this and the third
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| Don’t make me click-clack, put your six-pack on the curb
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| It is what it is then, and that’s what you deserve
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| Sean is the shit, fuck it, you want a assist
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| I throw you the pass, bank shot, two off the glass, bam, bam
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| «Look In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» «In the Mirror»
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| «In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» «Look at yourself»
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| «Look In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» «In the Mirror»
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| «In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» «Look at yourself» |