| Have you been so confused
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| You walked right out your shoes
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| Into the ghetto slums
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| The block, the avenues
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| I rock with all my folks
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| The bloods, the capo blues
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| The kings, the chicas that they bring
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| The people that I be pushing with
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| I mean, I’m the same thing
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| A drug dealer, a jack sipper
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| That’s more sicker than J Dilla
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| Notice I’m paying homage
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| Novice obtaining knowledge
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| Novelties just to leave
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| No refraining from staying timeless
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| Its time to bring the shine to the Dade
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| O town from the grave
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| A clip to your fade
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| That’s a gun to your fist
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| All this fear in this market, ball like I’m Wade
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| So say name, say my name
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| Like I’m bumping ya bitch and yeah
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| Don’t be sensitive playa
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| My intention is good
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| My attraction is classic
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| But my structure be hood
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| So while you stressing and overloading on questions
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| Just know that I’m versatile and ooh
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| That’s why I’m asking
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| Have you been so confused
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| You walked right out your shoes
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| Into the ghetto slums
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| The block, the avenues
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| I rock with all my folks
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| The bloods, the capo blues
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| The kings, the chicas that they bring
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| I mean its just my thang
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| I mean its just my thang
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| I mean its just my thang
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| I mean its just my thang
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| I’m finna finesse the necessary essence
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| Its never left me I’m just recollecting
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| Reconcile with my first love, I never second guessed it
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| I’m not the shooter, not the plug but I stay well connected
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| Looking to fill your soul with food for thought
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| Consider that protected
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| I learned my shit from blah blah
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| Its hot hot
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| I’m cooler than the coolest brother
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| Freezer DBZ ha ha ha
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| I got a secret to keep
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| But don’t go snitch to the cops
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| That I could cop an ounce from my plug
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| And duplicit (?) the cost, half cost, havoc I does (?)
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| Imma prodigy rest in peace outta yams
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| It’s mobb deep in my blood
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| No affiliation, don’t be anxious
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| Don’t let angst: A-N-G-S-T
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| Stand in way of claiming your base
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| Your bucks, the dolla, dolla bill yall
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| Coming from out the 305
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| You would think that life is to kill yall, kill yall
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| It’s premeditated, premeds couldn’t leave dis nigga sedated
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| Have you been so confused
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| You walked right out your shoes
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| Into the ghetto slums
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| The block, the avenues
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| I rock with all my folks
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| The bloods, the capo blues
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| The kings, the chicas that they bring
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| I mean its just my thang (yeah)
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| I mean its just my thang (yeah)
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| I mean its just my thang (aye)
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| I mean its just my thang (yeah)
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| I mean its just my thang
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| I take to life like any situation
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| I bust da move when I roll my dice
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| I let the strain be the motivation
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| The consequences yea I know the price
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| They coulda killed me girl what I done seen
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| I say them same things done saved my life
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| How I feel, baby don’t think twice
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| (to) Keep it moving if I ain’t your type
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| That’s why I’m asking have you?
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| Been so confused
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| That baby you walk
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| Right out your shoes
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| And straight to the block
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| The avenue
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| Cuz baby I rock
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| Or I can be you
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| What I tell ya? |
| What I say? |
| (It's just my thang.)
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| Who’s finna freak this thang like me? |
| (It's just my thang.)
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| Who’s finna freak this thang like me? |
| (It's just my thang.)
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| I’m finna freak this thang so bad. |
| (It's just my thang.)
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| I’m finna freak this thang so bad. |
| (It's just my thang.)
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| Who’s finna freak this thang like me? |
| (It's just my thang.)
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| Who’s finna freak this thang like me? |
| (It's just my thang.)
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| I’m finna freak this thang so bad. |
| (It's just my thang.)
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| I’m finna freak this thang so bad. |
| (It's just my thang.)
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| Yayeeeyeah
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| Yayeeyeah yeah
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| Kim, Rock
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| Ugh!
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| We always pray now
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| Vibe with it
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| Yeah!
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| Straight to the facts I do this for mama
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| Making pacts with my pops since I said from pajamas
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| I promise to make decisions to never cut the corner like circumcision
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| With precision I work
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| My instinct was hurt
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| When I saw that she cries from the arthritis
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| Wake up screaming, Kim, can you help me run from the crisis?
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| Because Christ was never around with disciples to insight us
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| On how to get to the life for the life for us
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| Running hard like Gale Sayers
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| Or could it be that we got this Mekhi Phife in us?
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| Almost cried when I wrote this rote when I cried
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| Content to let you in like kinfolk, I hope to describe
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| What you surfing is the only surface I peep from birth to survive
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| From this industry. |
| I see all the salt you throwin at me
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| Fall to my knees. |
| Pray that my father sees
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| That living ain’t easy
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| Imma make you proud, believe me
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| Just my thang. |
| (Yea)
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| Just my thang. |
| (Yea)
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| Just my thang. |
| (Yea)
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| I’m doing my thang, thang, thang
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| It’s just my thang. |
| (Yea)
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| It’s just my thang. |
| (Yea)
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| It’s just my thang
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| So when you see me, what I say to you baby?
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| Tell her have you been so confused
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| That you walk
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| Up out yo shoes
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| To the block
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| Cuz baby I rock |