| Oh, y’all wanna go to the nineties?
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| Y’all wanna go retro?
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| That’s what we doin?
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| Oh that’s one of my specialties
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| (get busy y’all)
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| You better watch me
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| Let’s get it poppin
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| They like this boy rotten
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| I’m like I better pick? |
| then pick cotton
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| And sometimes gotta see cats to blow
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| I was blessed with that 20/20 vision fa sho
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| See its 20 mil a year 20 years in a row
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| First 20 mil came when i was 20 years old
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| I average right around 20% on my dough
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| Fast farward 20 years then compare my flow
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| Difference is i own mine and you still owe
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| Slackin in your mackin cant save a hoe
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| Spekulatin at the bar over mohetoe
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| Like I betchya fall off, oh no he won’t
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| So I so spit better, oh no he don’t
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| Under 20 ass 50 if you feelin to go
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| Over 30 ass Rakim i ain’t no joke
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| I’m dirty his jaws drop off wicked and went
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| (get busy y’all)
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| You better watch me
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| Still bangin both, still hangin
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| Look like a — thank got its still rainin
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| I’m light on my feet, you can’t judge me by the weigh-in
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| I’ts hard to grasp some of the shit i be sayin
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| It flys over your head like a second string is
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| You can’t comprehend me
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| You couldnt place a decimal on the paper im makin
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| Fly man cant appreciate on castles creation
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| No wonder y’all keep hatin
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| Is L really? |
| young boy’s debatin'
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| You play johnny? |
| I’ll keep on cakin'
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| You can’t compare me to them line for line
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| I’m beyond that I represent? |
| of time
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| Classic my style can’t be defined
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| I’ll be relavent forever, get it through your mind
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| Just watch me
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| (I see you)
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| Two steppin in the club
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| With my L in the air
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| And a bottle of bub
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| (I see you)
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| Two steppin in the club
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| With my L in the air
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| And a bottle of bub
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| (I see you)
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| Two steppin in the club
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| With my L in the air
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| And a bottle of bub
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| (I see you)
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| Two steppin in the club
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| With my L in the air
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| And a bottle of bub
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| (I see you)
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| Back on the scene, back reppin queens
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| Turnin Def Jam back into a marketing machine
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| Now we talkin autographs, cheers and laughs
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| I got interns tellin niggas kiss they ass
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| Cause we back on top, ain’t nobody this high
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| Just them niggas is mad whether they say it or not (haha)
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| I thought i told ya that we don’t top
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| Tell all them sucka MC’s jump on the jock
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| And watch me
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| L’s up
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| Put ya L’s up
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| Come on
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| L’s up
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| Put ya L’s up
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| Come on
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| L’s up
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| Put ya L’s up
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| Come on
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| L’s up
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| Put ya L’s up
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| Come on, yeah |