| One nine nine to three
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| And I wonder what kind of day Allah, has in store for me
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| So I stroll out the crib about eight
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| To go eat breakfast at Mike’s, everything’s alright
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| Leave out of Mike’s about nine
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| Headed Uptown to the studio — everything’s fine
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| Reached the studio about ten
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| Bumped into a good friend — that’s what I thought then
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| But to my surprise, he was the opposite
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| When he played — tough, I had to call his bluff
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| «It's cool. |
| to occupy your own
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| Come for mine, I’m gonna crash your dome» (4X)
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| Shoppin downtown on the street
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| Lookin for a pair of new sneaks then I went to get a bite to eat
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| I saw a guy and his lady
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| She didn’t look my way, but he was lookin at me kind of shady
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| So I asked him whassup (Yo whattup?)
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| But before «up» came out, he was pushin away his plate and cup
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| Screamin somethin bout watchin where I look
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| Kinda caught me off guard, so at first I was a little shook
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| But when I gained my composure
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| I suggested he sit back down where he was cause brother I don’t know ya
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| But he wouldn’t take heed |
| So in front of his girl, and the rest of the place, I bust his face
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| «It's cool. |
| to occupy your own
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| Come for mine, I’m gonna crash your dome» (4X)
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| There was a time and a day; |
| that if I was tested and tried
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| I turned my cheek and looked the other way
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| But nowadays I don’t sleep; |
| cause if I try to turn away
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| Them brothers think that I’m bein weak
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| So I’m even in the odds; |
| and whoever steps to me
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| Better be makin sure he pray to God
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| Less he wanna be my prey; |
| but you don’t wanna go that route
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| Hahahaha. |
| I’m out!
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| «It's cool. |
| to occupy your own
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| Come for mine, I’m gonna crash your dome» (4X)
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| «Come for mine, I’m gonna crash your dome»
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| (*cut and scratched until fade at the end*) |