| One day I was walking down the street
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| Yo, this dude stepped to me For Real
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| With a testimony.
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| What you gon' do
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| Get 'em babe
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| I know, if I go
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| Far enough, I could go
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| If I go Far enough and
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| I come hard enough
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| GUTTA MUSIC:
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| «Make you soft as butter» music!
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| It’s a new era
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| Remix the new terror
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| Same fix, but new syrum
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| Complex, but y’all get 'em
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| Stay real so y’all feel 'em
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| Industry tried to kill 'em
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| But, dog, we still livin'
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| And naw I ain’t givin'
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| Naw I ain’t trippin'
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| My call to paint pictures
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| With words through hard living
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| No matter what y’all spittin'
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| I’ma do fall represnt
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| A cash field resident
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| Dr Pepper Chevy Roller
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| Still spitting medicine
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| It’s evident this swagger’s
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| Got a potent puff of fresher wind
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| Plussing on these suckas
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| So constructing when they push the pin
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| «GOT TO WIN»
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| Nothing less accepted by the clique I’m in
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| Keep a higher Calible to
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| Open up these vegetables
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| Lyrically A Veteran
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| 5 Failin to change men
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| «Christ-Centered» discipline’s distant
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| And Out if range
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| Persistent and sharp aim
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| Consistent with plenty gain
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| Of representing the Name
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| That was higher than any claim
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| While y’all talkin bout bussin
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| And cussin and field lines
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| I’m constructing the future scriptures
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| In lessons that save lives
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| And you, thought I was rappin
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| Since blind and simple Mind
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| But I’m droppin dimes and jewels
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| That’s hard to find
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| These are confident diamonds
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| Rock without the shine
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| Plenty Blood, Sweat & Tears
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| Been lost though the top mine
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| Get dropped, you on the pine
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| About to lose your mind
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| I got Majors in line
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| With papers ready to sign
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| What you gon' do
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| Get 'em babe
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| I know, if I go
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| Far enough, I could go
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| If I go Far enough and
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| I come hard enough
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| GUTTA MUSIC:
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| «Make you soft as butter» music!
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| R U Ready!
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| Putting on my Chips into just one account
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| Write a check and cash it
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| Going up and down so let bounce
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| Bouncin' Ouncin' Ouncin'
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| Others swervin' to devotions spread about
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| I do this for my ppl falling victims
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| «Spread 'Em Out»
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| To some their loss is gain
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| … Pain
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| Suicidal the survival
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| Unashamed, and unrestrained
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| If you glancin' out your struggle
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| It’s enough to make 'em bubble
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| Subtle trouble of the other
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| Foolish … just a muffle
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| That ain’t nothin' just a half
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| Formulate pictures and graphs
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| What condition cast to finish
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| Every grace walk every path
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| Pushing pins, make ammends
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| To no ends, but to no avail
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| The boys and gals, busy getting nails
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| As if no one cares
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| Reality Rights if you got fangs
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| Polish and a chain
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| Complete with sewer pipes
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| So your blood runs down the drain
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| When it’s over, you’re decesed
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| Going west or going east
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| … is a beast, so beware when he’s unleashed
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| Capiche
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| R U Ready!
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| What you gon' do
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| Get 'em babe
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| I know, if I go
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| Far enough, I could go
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| If I go Far enough and
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| I come hard enough
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| GUTTA MUSIC:
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| «Make you soft as butter» music!
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| What you gon' do
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| Get 'em babe
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| I know, if I go
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| Far enough, I could go
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| If I go Far enough and
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| I come hard enough
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| GUTTA MUSIC:
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| «Make you soft as butter» music! |