| Just look over your shoulders, honey!
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| (Yeah, I know)
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| It’s been a minute
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| Got to know
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| Just look over your shoulders, honey!
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| Whenever you need me
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| Just look over your shoulders!
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| Whenever you need me
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| Just look over your shoulders, honey!
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| Yeah, you need me (woooh!)
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| I wrote my first bars in the car with Stacy
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| How bizarre, my battle scars at large would lace me
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| Big marbles, nigga
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| I lead this new generation, boy
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| Don’t argue with us
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| Marvelous beat selectors, authors and novel spitters
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| And it’s all for the literature
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| And it’s all for the hideous
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| The nastiest flows, the chlamydia, uh
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| I ain’t afraid to say I need you, ah yeah (Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop)
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| I promise I’d never leave you, ah yeah
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| My life is like twelve open mics of hopeless notes
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| I write for sure, my folks unite
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| Soon as the flow get nice
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| The poltergeist that scare emcees
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| My prototype for every
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| My share of D’s and R.I.P
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| She know my type of style is like my everything
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| Apparently, my appetite stay famished
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| Bite no hand that feed
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| The culture vulture die and bleed
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| My focus hold these thoughts and dreams
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| Control this pen (Look over your shoulder)
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| Boldest lines in rhymes and things
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| Devote my time and mind it seems
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| Supposed to shine, remind I’m king
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| Provoke the blind and bomb the fiends
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| The pro’s the con’s, the diamond rings
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| The forward time, but I’ma bring
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| The soul divine and cross between
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| What’s your’s and mine’s, the gold, the green
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| The roads that show just what it mean
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| That grabbed Shakur and by the wing
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| And fly before my vocal scream!
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| For hip-hop, look at my Ziploc bag full of goodies
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| You Chris Rock
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| Hit the pookie and pit stops
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| Since tube socks, baby, you a hell of a drug
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| Just look over your shoulders
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| When they fuck you over
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| It’s love, I know ya
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| (Wooh!)
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| Don’t you know, baby?
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| Don’t you know, baby?
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| Just look over your shoulders, honey!
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| Whenever you need me
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| Just look over your shoulders!
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| Whenever you need me
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| Just look over your shoulders, honey!
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| Yeah yeah, you need me (woooh!)
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| Shhh, look over your shoulder, get me?
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| 'Cause I done bodied the game to the point
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| Niggas scared to rap with me
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| Get burned until they anointed me
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| One of the kings of black history
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| And yes, I see the game is a little different
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| Niggas lack simply
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| And bars and I spit 'em like darts
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| 'Til they puncture your kidney
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| You trash and it don’t matter how much you gon' try to convince me
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| And you gon' make my gun cock until your hole night away
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| Yeah, ohh
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| I’m the Buddha, the Ali Baba, the believerer maker
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| So pristine, the dice roll from under my sleeve when I shake 'em
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| So rude, I’m so ice cold but I’m what you need to just wake 'em
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| While 'em crowns and medals on the wall waitin' for me to just take 'em
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| When I arrive, my theme music, gotta pound to it
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| And when I leave, even my shadow got a sound to it
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| 'Cause I’m the god, the harder, the martyr, the father
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| I spit the saliva, that’s leaking the lava
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| Completin' the saga while meetin' and greetin'
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| And beating you niggas completed-ly
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| Conquer, extremely bark on a nigga
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| You see me, you deeply carve up a nigga, believe me
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| Graffiti your arm up, you heebee, you jeebee
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| But, Kenny, you brought up (You give me pity)
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| Now give me the startup
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| You treat me, you greet me, you meet me with arms up
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| So sweet when I spit
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| Heaven’s deep, it was deep
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| I was sleep, now the guard’s up, hmm
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| Upholding the fundamentals
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| While most of you boast the rental
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| Focus on what’s most essential
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| Spit bars to provoke your mental
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| Do I have your attendamiento?
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| While I clap these raps like thunders
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| Look over your shoulder boy and wonder
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| Wooh!
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| Don’t you know, baby? |
| (ooh, woah)
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| Don’t you know, baby? |
| (mhm, mhn, yeah)
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| Just look over your shoulders, honey!
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| (Whenever you need me, when you need me)
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| Just look over your shoulders!
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| (Whenever you need me, whenever you need me)
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| Just look over your shoulders, honey!
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| Yeah yeah, you need me (woooh!)
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| Don’t you know, baby?
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| Don’t you know, baby?
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| Just look over your shoulders, honey! |