| Yeah
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| Gang Starr, M.O.P.
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| Either ride or be quiet
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| What we gon' do? |
| (Gon' do), motherfucker
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| Lights out, I told y’all, this is the one I owe y’all
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| When you see me, act like you know I know y’all
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| No one (No one) but Allah can hold y’all
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| Average motherfuckers can’t even handle what I throw y’all
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| Lights out, I told y’all, this is the one I owe y’all
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| When you see me, act like you know I know y’all
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| No one (No one) but Allah can hold y’all
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| Average motherfuckers can’t even handle what I throw y’all (Yo, yo)
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| Yo, ever since a shorty I was hard-headed and angry
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| And mad complex and wouldn’t let nobody change me
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| I’m still the same me, gettin' pussy, stayin' weeded
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| These bitches are starstruck, so fuck the way they gettin' treated
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| I don’t need it, if her head ain’t right I pass on it
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| While you trick sucka niggas be wastin' cash on it
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| And you don’t want it, when the fight starts, you always runnin'
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| Against me, son, you know the outcome, ya always done
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| Rhymes jog ya mental like ya pop dukes smacked ya
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| You need to join SAG (Why?) 'cause you’re a hell of an actor (Hahahaha)
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| After you notice what happened it’ll be too late
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| Can’t blame no one but yourself for mistakes you make
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| And some of y’all niggas are like circus monkeys
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| Livin' life like worthless junkies
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| Plottin' against your fellow man, helpin' out the devil’s plan
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| Damn, why can’t I trust my own people?
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| Fuck it, enemies must perish in the valley of their own evil
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| Lights out, I told y’all, this is the one I owe y’all
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| When you see me, act like you know I know y’all
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| No one (No one) but Allah can hold y’all
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| Average motherfuckers can’t even handle what I throw y’all
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| Lights out, I told y’all, this is the one I owe y’all
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| When you see me, act like you know I know y’all
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| No one (No one) but Allah can hold y’all
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| Average motherfuckers can’t even handle what I throw y’all (Yo)
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| Yo, a wise man once said, «Fuck what a wise man said»
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| Bitch, gimme that bag otherwise y’all dead
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| Clap on (Blaow, blaow), I can ride right now
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| Leave you paralyzed from your eyebrows down
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| I got two parts of my brain, fuck your life on my right
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| Ain’t nothin' left on my left, ain’t nothin' right
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| (I pull up) The kid scope 'em out, I’ll thrush ya
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| For the bread I’ll leave ya head smokin' like a muffler
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| Sick bars, bitch, what up?
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| I spit SARS, you spit nut up
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| Bitch, shut up, it’s in my bone marrow
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| Marked for death, I don’t even trust my own shadow
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| When they can’t touch who you become
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| They’ll try to dig up who you used to be (Ahh)
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| Tell them niggas get used to me (Come on)
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| You can’t go back and change the beginnin'
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| But I’ma start where I’m at and change the endin'
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| Lights out, I told y’all, this is the one I owe y’all
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| When you see me, act like you know I know y’all
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| No one (No one) but Allah can hold y’all
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| Average motherfuckers can’t even handle what I throw y’all
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| Lights out, I told y’all, this is the one I owe y’all
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| When you see me, act like you know I know y’all
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| No one (No one) but Allah can hold y’all
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| Average motherfuckers can’t even handle what I throw y’all
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| I do it like I do it 'cause it ain’t about the music
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| Ain’t about gettin' through it 'cause I’m already proven
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| You niggas see me cruisin', nigga, I will lose it
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| I get on my bully shit, fuck up a nigga movin'
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| Now fuck who ya crew is, fuck what the true is
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| Gang Starr forever, fuck what the new is
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| Lil' nigga turned diamonds to ruins
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| Ball with your RuPaul influence
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| Shorty askin', «Who you is?»
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| Forgettin' I’m praised where a few is
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| Overlookin' OG engraved on the Buick
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| Before they let me out the cage for the music
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| I helped you niggas see exactly who John Woo is (Woo)
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| Now, nigga, who you is? |
| You overpaid, bitch-made, glitch-made
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| You headin' for the roof when ya shit fade (Hahaha)
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| With no substance, ho shit by the abundance
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| Your catalog sound the same, you got one hit
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| Lights out (Lights out) |