| DJ’s, cuttin up beats and stuff like that and
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| That was my first exposure to the whole, artistry in hip-hop
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| There is nothing in this music, that I don’t wanna hear
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| There is words, that are kind of syncopated and rhythmic
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| And there’s this hot drum track, it’s great!
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| «This is, this is great! |
| This is, this is great!»
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| And I could hear, this enormous
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| «This is, this is great! |
| This is, this is great!»
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| This is music, I’ve been waiting all my life to hear
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| Aiyyo! |
| I don’t give a fuck, if you gettin some cash
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| or gettin some ass, if I was there I’d pick up the tab
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| Talk to a rag, tell you to wipe your stinkin ass
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| Get back to the lab, make sure hip-hop last
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| Through death or dishonor, I do this cause I wanna
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| Your body armor don’t protect you from your karma
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| I’m ready for the encounter like a titty bar bouncer
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| Or Muhammad at the Mini-Mart counter with four-pounders
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| Quick Draw McGraw spitter, let me see your hands jitter
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| I’ll hit’cha where the good Lord split’cha
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| You faggot-ass niggaz are see-through
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| I treat you like we in the same cell, but I’m Bugsy Siegel
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| Smack your teeth loose, the street juice
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| Go to court in cheap suits, givin testimony over beat loops
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| Take 'em to my hood, show the evil I’m from
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| They can’t blame me for the evil I done, now they see where I run
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| And why I keep a tight leash on the gun
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| Why my speech is so revered by the young, cause my spirit is young
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| A nigga spittin LIKE THAT, got SERIOUS LUNGS
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| Yo I’m serious SON, he a FURIOUS ONE!
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| Yo, the name Benny Riley, the trip took twenty-eight days
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| from New York to Cali, drivin through alleys
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| My mom mad at me, my dad laughs at me My life’s a track meet, I need this record deal
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| Precious, she got the freshest breast-es, and the ass from heaven
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| She the second broad I ever humped, under a bridge
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| But she the first broad I ever fucked with in the record biz
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| Desi told her I was crazy and she called the feds
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| The bitch didn’t know any better, I let her live
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| She don’t know Desi is a greasy fuckin pig
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| And he’s settin me up for somethin he knows I never did
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| When I see him I’ma put the Smith & Wesson to his head
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| To change his outlook on life
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| Maybe I’d show him what it’s like to be DEAD
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| Like the way I look at lyrics, I kill it 'til they DEAD
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| It’s that vivid |