| I got the Metro card, you got the Porsche
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| I got plaque in my wallet, you like to floss
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| I cop two Coronas and you buy out the bar
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| I represent hip-hop, who’s the real star?
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| You got ghost writers and I spit from the cranium
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| You say you got guns, since 12 I’ve been aiming ‘em
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| Before you went platinum you wasn’t getting no ass
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| Now you sold out homie, now you given' em asses
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| Like I’m givin' a mass the way I preach to the choir
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| From the depths of hell I spit nothin' but fire
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| It’s the goal of the streets, it’s the passion in my heart
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| It’s the pain and poverty that makes me rip tracks apart
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| I’m the truth when I step in the booth
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| When I’m rippin' the crowd
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| I’m taking over the industry
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| I’m airing ‘em out
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| Nothing to lose ‘cept my hat and my shoes
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| From a sinner to a winner now I just can’t lose
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| Your cash ain’t gonna help you if you ain’t quick on the trigger
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| Your name is big, but my pull is bigger
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| I go hard, I go hard
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| When the chips are down, you won’t see me coming
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| By the time you turn around, your whole crew is runnin'
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| I go hard, I go hard
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| America is at war, hip-hop is full of whores
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| They wouldn’t let me in so I kicked down the door
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| I ain’t waivin' the .44, waving the black flag
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| Or the black mask with a black bag full of blackjacks
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| Ice grillin' the game like «where's my cash at?»
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| Fuckers fake-ass battles — T.O.N.E.Z is past that
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| The essence of hip-hop, this ain’t no flashback
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| I’m the future; |
| forever funky like an ass-crack
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| Oh! |
| My voice is power and my word is law
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| My presence alone deserves a throne
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| I didn’t want to be king, I just want to do my thing
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| Find a queen give her a ring and be seen
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| Put a little paper aside for my sons
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| Take a little vacay, chill under the sun
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| Show love to other artists who stay on the grind
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| And have my lyrics remembered till the end of time
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| Your cash ain’t gonna help you if you ain’t quick on the trigger
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| Your name is big, but my pull is bigger
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| I go hard, I go hard
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| When the chips are down, you won’t see me coming
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| By the time you turn around, your whole crew is runnin'
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| I go hard, I go hard
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| I go hard, I go hard |