| Knock, knock, who is it?
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| Who is it? |
| Who did it? |
| Who did it?
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| Who ' is it? |
| You who is it, I who is it
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| Homie, who you kidding?
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| Run, tell 'em I’m coming
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| Run, tell 'em I’m coming
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| A chance to see it, direct effect of me believing
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| My faith is faced to facing in case they face for any reason
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| I need reasons to live and reevaluate my gift
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| For any reason that I might reevaluate my life
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| I’ve taken drastic measures, passed the pressure we enforce
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| I’m taking half the effort, scrap the record, we record
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| Change the name and dedication, placed the game in reservation
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| Call the natives so complacent, half the man, half amazing
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| High-jacking radio stations, meditation gets the bass in
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| Ace in the hole, sold his soul for something basic
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| Nothing honored, nothing sacred
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| Be like kicking your door, waving the four four, it’s me
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| Knock, knock, who is it?
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| Who is it? |
| Who did it? |
| Who did it?
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| Who ' is it? |
| You who is it, I who is it
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| Homie, who you kidding?
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| Run, tell 'em I’m coming
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| Run, tell 'em I’m coming
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| Post to focus, no reason, just to show us |
| Show him reason, show him action
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| Keep the heat, let’s kick the ratchets
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| The keys to pick the latches, I redeem it, any faction
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| Any reason just to ask him, ask him
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| Who did it? |
| Who did it? |
| Who is it? |
| Who you kidding?
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| I envision every mission then I took precise incisions
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| My submission in dimensions gleam and glistens
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| Tryna fit it in the sickness that’s so hateful in the prisons
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| Bars, both submissive, so religious, so gifted
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| Missing no time, so divine that my soul shines proper
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| New jack city like I grew up in the carter
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| Said I’m the author of my own fate, call it what you want, it’s me |