| Never lie, Pu — you know what it is
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| My best advice is to rock with the kid
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| Life is too short to stick to the script
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| Aye yo Grand Puba, come spit that shit
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| I’m good to go, flow like H2O
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| Let’s get it in with the pro
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| Time to school those who don’t know
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| Been rockin' joints like this since 13 years old
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| You know who I be, Grand P, high G
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| I don’t do this for free, it’s the God degree
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| Always do it properly, not sloppily
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| Like a chick standing up when she tryna pee
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| I’m an old head with an old soul, but I’m new
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| Don’t waste your time hatin', just do what you do
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| Can’t nobody stop me from doin' the Pu
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| Not MJ, ma, but I wanna rock with you
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| I go in, like a blizzard with its snow and
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| Take you to another galaxy, the way that I be flowin'
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| Listen to the way I’m rockin' with the ricky-click-a-clicky
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| Can’t be too many more brothas who can say they flow as sick as me
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| Grand Puba with the homie Q-Tip
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| Let’s get it in, y’all, 'cuz that’s that shit
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| Never lie, Pu — you know what it is
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| My best advice is to rock with the kid
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| Life is too short to stick to the script
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| Aye yo Grand Puba, please talk to this chick
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| Listen ma, it’s time to take off the Uggs, put on the pumps
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| Call me trampoline 'cuz I make joints jump
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| Where I’m from, chicks play clowns in a hurry
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| Soon as they up close, act like they wanna marry
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| But listen, no worry 'cuz we up in NY
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| Dudes so fly we be walkin' on sky
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| Bonafide spitter, kill shit like cat litter
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| I be the trendsetter, official like Dick Bavetta, You Boys too tight,
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| I move better
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| My flow so Chiquita, I never follow
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| I’m a leader, I put it down like sweet cheetah pita
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| So what’s goody, still pack hoes like Woody
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| Swag so tight make dykes want pipe
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| Born to shine, never baggin' nothin' less than a dime
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| But if it’s slow, then I might take a nine
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| And if you take a nine, then I’mma get mine
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| 'Cuz you know your brother Tip is comin' right behind
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| Go and scoop up the residue
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| 'Cuz a nigga ain’t beggin', boo
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| It’s Q-Tip and Grand Pu
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| So twist up your waistline, listen to the bass line
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| Givin' you the Face Time, talk to me, ma
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| Bum rappers can’t decipher this
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| Stayin' in this life I live
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| Top 10 lyricists, talke to me, bruh
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| Don’t second guess the grand one
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| From grandpa down to grandson, my brother covers the bass |