| The other day I spent a million on a def gold chain
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| It weighted thirty nine pounds, my name plate the same
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| I put it on, it was too heavy
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| So I hired me this brother to wear for me
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| One night, we was out chillin, he and I minus crew
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| I was held at gun point by a thug’s .22
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| But when I told him that I was the L.A. player Ice-T
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| The brother robbed somebody else and brought the money to me
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| You might think I’m lyin' but man, you’re wrong
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| As I told you before, my word is bond
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| You’re the master of lying, man
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| I played ball back in Park
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| The on the board, hit three pointers in the dark
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| I got a scholarship but said: «Yo, forget it»
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| Goin' straight to the Pro rank, coach, so don’t sweat it
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| The Lakers wanted to pick me, but I said: «Step»
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| Cause takin' Magic’s spot, could be bad for my rep «what»
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| So he sent me to Chicago, to play in front of… you know
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| But then I said: «Either he go or I go»
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| I gave Jordan a break, then came back to the city
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| You know, cause everybody missed me «right, right, right»
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| You think I’m lyin?, but brother, you’re wrong
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| As I told you before, my word is bond
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| Lies man, man you’re crazy
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| Look at Donald D comin' through the door late
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| We’re makin' a record, brother
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| What you’re doin' so late, man
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| What’s up, man? |
| «Stop lying»
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| My girl was pissed, so she tried to diss
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| The D, until I showed her my fist
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| I argued with her in the pouring rain
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| After the fightin' with her, I missed the train
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| It was delayed for an hour, so I fell asleep
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| When I woke up, I was on 14th. |
| Street
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| By the time I got there, it was way too late
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| Came back uptown and decided to wait
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| Ran into her cous', and hung with him
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| Met Billy, Joe, Bob, Frank, Chuck and Slim
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| Went back to the crib to watch a VCR
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| And then I had to pick up my father’s car
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| Looked around for my brother, to see where he went
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| And then I had to pay my mother’s rent
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| I know y’all think I’m lyin', but listen, you’re wrong
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| Like I told you before, my word is bond
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| Lies man, you be late to the show
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| How you gon' make some money, man?
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| I got so much money that the bank couldn’t hold it
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| Car so dope that I didn’t wanna roll it
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| So many houses, sometimes I forget
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| I brought a yacht and a brand new lear jet
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| I flew to Paris just for good meal
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| Then to Rome, to sign a record deal
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| Off to London, to kick with the Queen «what Queen?»
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| Back to LA, I bought a football teem
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| I just can’t stop spendin' that green
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| My girl loves the water so I brought baby a submarine
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| But see, I left my house without my credit Cards
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| I think I left my wallet in my other car
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| If you could loan me ten, I’d pay you back
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| Yo man, you’re lookin' at me crazy, what’s up with that?
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| You think I’m lyin' but man, you’re wrong
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| As I told you before, my word is bond
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| Yo man, I’ll pay you back
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| Yo, you be talking about them girls you got, man
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| You ain’t got no women, man
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| Monday morning, walkin' down the block
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| Saw this girl in a Jag, y’all, and she stopped «aww man»
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| She said her father casted for the Cosby Show
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| And she said: «Bob, would you like to go?»
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| You know, so I went with her, and we chilled
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| Got her drunk off the Eight Ball, and we illed
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| She was stupid rich, so I bought myself an island
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| Charged it to her Master charge, I be wildin'
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| So, after that I stepped and she was cryin'
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| She gave me mansion, yo, why should I be lyin'?
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| You got me frontin'?, well homeboys, you’re wrong
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| As I told you before, my word is bond
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| Yo Ice, I did a concert in the White House
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| And after that me and Donald Trump hung out
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| And then I knocked Vanity boots in a limo'
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| I rejected Michael Jackson’s demo
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| Smacked Freddy Krueger and he didn’t reply
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| Hit Mike Tyson in his eye
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| Sharks around me and didn’t die
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| Drank a case of Cisco and I didn’t get high
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| You might think I’m lyin, but listen, you’re wrong
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| Like I told you before, my word is bond
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| You think I’m lyin' but I’m tellin' the stone truth
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| I have been player ever since my youth
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| In 1st grade I was knockin' kids out cold
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| In 2nd grade I was truckin' the large gold
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| In 3rd grade I was checkin' the youth bank
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| 4th grade puttin' Gas in Benz my tank
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| By the 12th I was gamblin' outrageous
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| I drove through Desert and broke Los Vagus
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| You probably think I’m lyin' but brothers, you’re wrong
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| As I told you before, my word is bond
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| What you talking about, man?
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| You and that basketball stuff you talkin' about
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| Donald talkin' 'bout Donald Trump, ' man, y’all is crazy
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| Shawnie Mac, what are they talkin' about, man?
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| My Word is Bond, home boy |