| If you ain’t got…
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| What it takes
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| How could you want my space?
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| You don’t know how long it takes
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| They all wanna see me fall to my knees
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| But I was born to achieve
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| Whether it’s music, sport or the keys
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| Failure’s not an option
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| I know what I want and it’s all in my reach
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| Let me pause and repeat
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| I know what I want and it’s all in my reach
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| J to the U-S, I know you can see me breaking the U. S
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| I dont F-O-C-U-S on the rest
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| But you’re CD should go straight in the sewage
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| Right now I’ll blaitently do it
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| Ghetto and Devlin got other tag teams looking like duets
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| You can sing along with them
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| But they’ll get murked
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| And so will anyone you wanna bring along with them
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| It’s on when I tell Unique that
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| He will have to bring along riddims
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| If you ain’t got…
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| What it takes
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| How could you want my space?
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| You don’t know how long it takes
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| I’m back like lemon after a drought
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| The biggest artist about, keep asking about
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| 'Til the answer is found
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| I’ll be like «I told you so»
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| I’ll go toe to toe with like hold the throne
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| I got the streets on my side
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| But there is places where G-H isn’t appreciated
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| They rate the basic spitters
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| That don’t wanna be creative
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| And it’s me who recieves the hatred
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| G’s for greatness, I’m a victim of my own success
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| Never come less than 100 per cent
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| So when I’m on form it’s nothing but the norm
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| I''m a lyrical lord so I hope you niggas have come to repent
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| Yeah they’ve come to repent
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| If you ain’t got…
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| What it takes
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| How could you want my space?
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| You don’t know how long it takes
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| Here’s how I know that I’m fucked
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| 'Cos when a man say something special everyone hypes up
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| But when it’s me? |
| They say «that's just what he does»
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| If I’m so skippy and they can’t understand
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| How am I getting love in the clubs?
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| I’ll tell you how… 'cos unlike some
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| I’ve got more than one style it’s obvious
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| I’m gladiator, you’re like Commodus
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| Even when I ain’t match fit I still bother ya’s
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| So much prejudice read in the monitors
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| I ain’t never been
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| So much star you can ask the astrologers
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| I ain’t signed yet so I am autonomous
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| You’re all followers lost like foreigners
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| I’mma body ya’s I got it locked like officers
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| If you ain’t got…
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| What it takes
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| How could you want my space?
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| You don’t know how long it takes |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What It Takes , by - Ghetts. Song from the album Freedom of Speech, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп