| Motown, Motown, that’s where we be
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| Stand up, get live for the D
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| It’s Big Tone, Phat Kat, LE
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| Kill 'em with the rhymes and with the beats
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| Motown, Motown, that’s where we be
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| Stand up, get live for the D
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| It’s Big Tone, Phat Kat, LE
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| Kill 'em with the rhymes and with the beats
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| I’m from a place where the agents send
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| It’s a age of sin, no matter what grade ya in
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| Not the muscle, it’s the hustle that’s made within
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| Dyke ten’s, Bangor rims persuade the grin
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| Hustle up in the PJ’s, no time for relay races
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| Gettin' big money, that’s how we change faces
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| Never been ill with a pill like Mike
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| And sound ill on the mic, matter fact, yo, I’m realer than life
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| Gee and crate niggas still on the mic
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| Break niggas who be feelin' they hype, aight?
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| Clown ass niggas makin' my profession a joke
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| I drown ass niggas up to they throats, choke on a quote
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| Talk six to the God is blasphemy, they ask from me
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| The lesson that blow, the answer to the question is «No»
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| While ma' fuckas keep testin' the flow
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| LE be in the D, we blessin' a show
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| Motown, Motown, that’s where we be
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| Stand up, get live for the D
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| It’s Big Tone, Phat Kat, LE
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| Kill 'em with the rhymes and with the beats
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| Motown, Motown, that’s where we be
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| Stand up, get live for the D
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| It’s Big Tone, Phat Kat, LE
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| Kill 'em with the rhymes and with the beats
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| Yo, we don’t lean up at the bar, niggas, malt liquors
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| Spillin' off in a cup, Grenadine Corona from a small pitcher
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| Pertinent Rip Hamilton jersey half tucked
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| Jake’s Porter house thick, tossin' 'round hits
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| In the city of Boom, hit my city with tunes
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| That instantly bloom buds before a industry move
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| We bust, anything move, leave it right where we seen it
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| Leanin', rap shit, D shit reachin' ya region
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| Air One’s crispy enough to squeak on the cement
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| Hood rich, sharper than the crease on my jeans is
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| Savage beast to a beat, one son of a mean bitch
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| Genetic make-up in trade of a Lizzy street kid
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| I watch destiny, from the shot to the ebony
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| Waitin' in the wings, patient with a dream
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| Poppin' out a collar, them sleeves bust, wavin' at my bean
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| With them characteristics right there in the Mitten
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| Motown, Motown, that’s where we be
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| Stand up, get live for the D
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| It’s Big Tone, Phat Kat, LE
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| Kill 'em with the rhymes and with the beats
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| Motown, Motown, that’s where we be
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| Stand up, get live for the D
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| It’s Big Tone, Phat Kat, LE
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| Kill 'em with the rhymes and with the beats
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| Ugh, the stripes I got from the game will fill up both of my sleeves
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| I sit yo ass down for good like Christopher Reeves
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| Situations like this, better to give than recieve
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| Four wolves 'll bite that ass, homes, so please believe
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| Eat you down to the bone and bring some back to me
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| Around the cassy, some be better than the last nigga
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| Put down them guns and bet I’ll whip yo ass, nigga
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| Don’t get it twisted, I’m just provin' a point
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| With the raps gloryfiyin', doin' time in the joint
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| In the land with ya man got yo ass locked up
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| While yo woman in the free world with her ass knocked up
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| Where Blacks with crazy years fuck cocaine rocked up
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| Turn on the TV, all you see is people slain, chopped up
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| We in Iraq fightin' for oil, still price shot up
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| And around election time, watch Bin Laden pop up, yeah, yeah
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| Motown, Motown, that’s where we be
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| Stand up, get live for the D
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| It’s Big Tone, Phat Kat, LE
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| Kill 'em with the rhymes and with the beats
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| Motown, Motown, that’s where we be
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| Stand up, get live for the D
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| It’s Big Tone, Phat Kat, LE
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| Kill 'em with the rhymes and with the beats |