| I went from niggaz tellin’me I really shouldn’t rhyme
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| To droppin’a classic album muhfuckers couldn’t find
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| Took my respect, took lessons and took the time
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| And if you want a success story, just take a look at mine
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| I was blessed with the right components, so precise
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| 'Cause I write so tight within the moment
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| And spit like my life depended on it
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| I target you herbs
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| On some teleprompter shit I got you watching your words
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| Tay rhymes are real life, yours are so 'for instance'
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| Taxin’these like no dependents
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| 12 bar courtroom drama with no co-defendants
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| Don’t beat it off, come to your senses
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| Hard rock, my block is where you better be from
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| Top of the line, my team will never settle for crumbs
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| And he’s hated, but still rated 2nd to none
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| I’m everything you wanna be but have yet to become
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| It all started back in '99 when time was hard
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| North Carolina Central but we called it the yard
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| 'Cause niggaz wasn’t trying to study abroad
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| They was trynna study a broad or two ir three up in the dorms
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| Met my nigga Chaundon and I started to ponder
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| «Fuck this, I’mma quit the football team tomorrow»
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| Did shows around town and word got around that battling Tay
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| Was like yelling 'spic'in Tijuana
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| Build my rep up, that’s when Pooh and 9th stepped up 9th was old school, Pooh was young and playing catch-up
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| Cool, 'cause he could still rock an instrumental
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| Our first joints, yeah they was wack
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| but niggaz could hear potential in 'em
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| Honing our skills for survival, hustling
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| Our flyers passed out like mamma at revival
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| The real deal on how I repped my peeps
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| You ain’t goin’find this in no press release
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| And «he's shook»
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| That’s what your team is telling me, son
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| Still hated, but still rated 2nd to none
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| And Greensboro, 'cause that’s the only 'boro I’m from
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| I’m everything you wanna be, but have yet to become |