| Look I’m on a war path
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| Tell the opposition
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| Naw keep it to your self, I’m my only competition
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| But keep the hate coming
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| I love the criticism
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| But understand I’m successful by my own admission
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| I never had shit
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| But a bad bitch
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| Naw let me stop lying mostly they was average
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| If you’d say my voice would be heard by the masses
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| A dust head nigga from jerz I wouldn’t grasp it
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| Questions you can ask it
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| Teamed up with the Klasix
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| Working on a classic, smash hits, and that’s it
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| Maybe niggas thought my knees gonna buckle
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| Newport in my mouth with two g’s on the buckle
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| Got more now than them few g’s when I hustle
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| Spanish broad with them two d’s like I love you
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| But sexy lady it was nice to know you gotta move on
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| They can’t chink my armor a nigga to strong
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| I think niggas is shady but the proofs gone
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| I put the jewls on case fools thought it was gone you’ve been warned
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| I tried to told dudes way back in 02
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| That eventually the game would go back to being soul food
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| I mean soulful while everything is woeful
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| I try to stay fresh like whole foods on the pro tool
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| But Mista F-A-B wanna mention him
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| Fell the fuck off I won’t mention him
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| Only respect one Fab and I’m friends with him
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| Phonte back out I guess nigga pumped sense in him
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| They went in pumped slugs in my little brother
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| But dog I still love little brother
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| This other guy ain’t know whose dude
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| Got glued to you tube I hit Jin asked him if he digested his food smooth
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| How you beef with Joey did queer with out ears to say he ain’t show out of fear
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| Heathcliff ain’t scared of the hoagie
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| The nerve of the young fork
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| Yosemite Sam is getting gun ho
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| Nigga bank account got one o
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| He could snort lines with his dick and won’t come dope
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| They stringing you along
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| Don’t take it and try to jump rope
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| Dog this how you know you shouldn’t feel glory
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| Cause I ain’t even show and end up being the story I’m sorry
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| Mic check
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| I need it to be known
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| I’m grown
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| I’m on some next shit
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| I’m thinking oil money, Texas
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| Not a necklace
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| You gotta to shot at mom dukes
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| Before the techs spit
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| I don’t go out looking for drama like the feds did
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| Music with a message
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| But I’m no back packer
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| Some vengefulness in me
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| But I’m no back stabber
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| No baller in the strip clubs I’m throwing cash at her
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| I’m trying to help shorty and her goals attach faster
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| Was insecure growing up
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| Niggas laughed at her
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| Now she things she got some self worth because her ass' fatter
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| I told her give yourself the hay suss so
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| Next time that chain you up you can brake through those
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| Nigga call you out your name mommy break dude nose
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| Gotta get you where you going might take you slow
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| Maybe bend
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| But never let’em make you fold
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| Except your short coming baby
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| They gone make you whole
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| I’m gone |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thou Shall Not Fail , by - Joe Budden. Song from the album Mood Muzik 3.75, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп