| What you think about the def dumb and blind in the 9−6?
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| (Word brothers is blind to the fact son.) Can’t see
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| Can’t hear, can’t think. |
| A-yo El let me lace this
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| 5 hours a night sleep is what I get
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| No time to sleep I gotta make moves kid
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| So I hustle after work during work or on the road
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| A man can’t achive if he don’t have goals
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| And that’s real that’s word to mi abuala
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| I tell ya when I was young she said «Son no time for failures»
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| So now I keep pressing give thanks for all my blessings
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| I’m my own worst critic cause it’s important to keep testing
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| My skills for future development I progress never regress
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| Never let stress get the best of me
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| This shit ain’t easy being a MC
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| I don’t wrap no gifts I represent the hip hop industry
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| I come to evaluateyour mind with the heavy weight
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| Rhymes support the black and fight these devils with the sublimes
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| Conscious righteousness theres no way you can fight this
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| Rhythm your moving your head because you like this
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| Now can I get a witness? |
| Societys choas no time to floss
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| Just business
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| Hook:
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| Caught up in the choas no time to floss just business business
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| «Definatly handle it» (x4)
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| Wheather your a corporate exec or drive an 18 wheeler
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| People in the 90's attitude is gettin' iller
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| I feel the sign of times is no shorts mad heads are hungary
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| And if you floss you’ll get caught
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| Out there you’re scarred apon that ass like tupperwear
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| Run all your goods be thankful you’re still alive
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| Brothers don’t jive on the street when it comes to me
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| Near a stop light look to your window run your Benz
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| You say «What else can happen to me it’s a bad day black?»
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| Walk into your house and enter a hijack
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| Skimask in your face run the combination to your safe quickly
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| Feel the nine poke your kidney
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| Your in the Twilight Zone of come up
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| Where shadey people run up and tell you «Shut the fuck up»
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| They lock yp on the count that you luck out
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| They snatch your gems plus you lost your Benz
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| And your chrome rims
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| You was floss now you just lost in the cycle
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| You become your own worst enemy your suicidal
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| Hook
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| I knew this girl named Shiela, she was a part time yo deala
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| She rocked mad equiped Adida sometimes Fila
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| Sometimes Dona Kerrin'
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| She always made sure that I knew what she was wearin'
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| Shiela had a problem but simply didn’t know
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| That the fact of the matter was she was too conversational
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| She gossiped too much talked about this and that
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| Even told strangers the source of her cash stacks
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| So one day Shiela met this kid named Jay
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| Said he needed two keys by the end of the day
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| So she arranged it for this strange kid
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| Hooked him up with the source sappose
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| The baddest statue of being the boss,? |
| Shiela and Jay sit down
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| Commence to get down to buz while the one time surrounds
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| Boss puts the yay up on the bar
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| Shiela sees Jay green bag starts thinkin' she’s a superstar
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| One time kicks the door in
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| Shiela starts runnin' frantic, lead fills her back kid
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| Now you tell me what was Shiela thinking
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| Caught up in this choas with her eyes blinkin'
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| Hook (x10) |