| It’s over, that’s what they told me
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| But sorry no sir, that doesn’t fool me
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| A lot of cats talk, a lot of cats spit
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| But I got love for this hip hop shit
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| And I just won’t (give it up)
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| Even at the end of a show
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| When the crowd tired as fuck and ready to go
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| Half of them gone, the sound sucks, monitors blown
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| Got my fist raised high in the sky but they just won’t (give it up)
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| I don’t care, I stand right here and
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| Spit it in your eye until your cheer or either cry tears
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| I’d fucking die here than run up in your nightmare
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| Shouting and shaking and shooting just so I can make you (give it up)
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| It’s too hard to stop me its gone too far to mock me
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| You can’t delete me dog you only got a carbon copy
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| I’m on your floppy, discard and clock me
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| Unleash the bloodbath on earth shattering words
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| And you’ll see you need to (give it up)
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| Yeah, motherfuckers need to give that shit up man
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| Tell me to give that up? |
| you must be crazy
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| I shouldn’t give it up, I wouldn’t give it up
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| I need to give it up, I’m free to give it up
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| I gotta give it up I try to give it up
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| I wouldn’t give it up I couldn’t give it up
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| It’s hard to give it up I’ve already given up
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| I gotta give it up, I try to give it up
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| And I’ve been going through these whole motions
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| This hammerhead shark alone in these cold oceans
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| Looking for landmarks
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| Its strange but you get the picture
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| Kinda hard to shake the image when descriptions fit you
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| Why even try ill never (give it up)
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| Cause I’m too abusive
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| My bodies used to bruises
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| Screws is loose and my juices blew the fuses
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| Dedicated my time to pussy blues and boozing
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| Should’ve been at home writing music
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| I swear I need to (give it up)
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| But lets get aggressive
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| Cause I’m getting restless
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| I’m in the club this bitch is hanging by my necklace
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| Back at the Resch, shorty acting hesitant
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| But if I bring her to my residence
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| I think its pretty evident she’d (give it up)
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| That’s the beauty of it, and I truly love it
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| But then I hate it in the morning when the room is sunlit
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| Waiting so long to reach what I believe the summit
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| Now all I do is plummet
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| I think I’ve overdone it, I should (give it up)
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| I light a spliff by myself daily
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| And three or four more depending on the mind state
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| And if its straight or if its crazy
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| Things are hazy it makes me lazy
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| Everybody telling me to slow down
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| But I don’t think ill ever (give it up)
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| Lets start the shooting
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| I’m talking vodka motherfucker not the revolution
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| Bottles of that head pollution
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| Execution, retribution, too much liquor in my system
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| My stomach feels sick it wants to (give it up)
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| Control the substance but I’m so compulsive
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| My obsessive ways know no bounds exploding drug use
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| Devoted soul to cold and holy abuse
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| Took chemicals when sick, man
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| My friends stepped in they said to (give it up)
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| Just stick to rapping and all these things that happen
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| Four years later got my fourteen on the map with action
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| Now I’m addicted to the crowds reaction
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| It gives me satisfaction, beyond what I imagine
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| I will never (give it up) |