| I remember him! |
| And he came up here?
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| Yup!
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| He’s the one that was drinkin the 40 in the video.
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| Right, well he’s not signed to Dr. Dre anymore.
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| Looks like he was released from uhh, Aftermath.
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| That was short.
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| He never even got a chance to put out a single.
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| That was very short-lived, what happened?
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| I don’t know, shit, you tell me
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| All I did was made it a title of my new LP (Free Agent!)
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| I still got the streets in a frenzy
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| Still got that 40, but it’s underneath the seat in my Chevy
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| I hop on any beat and I empty
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| When I’m squeezin my pen be sendin shots, e’rywhere like Dikembe
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| Rappers that you praise go out their way to befriend me
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| The rest stay out my way and probably pray they can end me
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| But let me make this so clear
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| My career’s on a treadmill, I’m runnin this shit and ain’t goin nowhere
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| Rockin on the scene with my team, all with no fears (Slaughter!)
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| 'Til my pockets green like what’s in between my nose hairs (ew!)
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| Nothin but flow here (look)
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| Like Puerto Rico when it’s snowin in New York (what) oh yeah I go there
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| I’m fueled by the energy my foes share
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| I won’t tap out, y’all assed out like the old Cher
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| Between me and you, rap dudes is so scared
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| I’m still in the hood with cashews and a cold beer
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| So not an industry nigga
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| Add 20 years and a beard to my elementary picture (Ortiz)
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| Same kid, same hunger, same drive
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| And I tip my hat to those that tried
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| But — ever felt like you gotta do it? |
| (man)
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| Well multiply that by a trillion, that’s the YAOWA movement (ay!)
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| The reason that I get stupid and dumb when the track is movin
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| In order for God to find me, guess I had to lose it
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| I’m gone, flow strong but I still add subtractors to it
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| Imagine the dude you hear now, with a vast improvement
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| I’m harder than a blind man tryin to reconfigure a plastic Rubik
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| smeared in the nuclear reactor fluid
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| I parallel park grind, put my back into it
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| Know some Heathcliffs with spliffs, bunch of cats that blew it (damn!)
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| Failure? |
| No, not me
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| That ain’t gon' cut it, on my three
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| Look at sunshine through your cloudy doubt
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| My whole life been in a ring, don’t ever count me out |