| And I run with my kids from New York back to Mass
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| Ya U Know Wat It Is
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| And I smoke bleep to bleep, back to back
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| Until I feel like I don’t exist
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| And I run with my kids from New York back to Mass
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| Ya U Know Wat It Is (Yaaaaaaa)
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| And I smoke bleep to bleep, back to back
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| Until I feel like I don’t exist (Yerrrrrrrp)
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| Say U Know Wat It Is, Say U Know Wat It Is
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| Say U Know Wat It Is
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| Every time this farm boy crosses over the bride
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| (DJ Lucas)
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| DJ Lucas I restore the favor
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| Flippin' Quarters, I would coordinate
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| The drugs I take ya they sorta safe
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| I’m like an elegant Norman Bates
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| Stealing bars I’m on my rapper shit
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| She’s stealing bars I told her mac a shit
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| I need you to just relax a bit
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| David Bowie, I’m in Labyrinth
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| (WIKI)
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| See me rappin to the baddest bitch
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| They had a chance but I had to spit
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| Had to spit game, I had to hit
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| I ain’t, I ain’t got a thing up out of it
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| I just stay up in it
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| The way I’m winnin' I invented
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| Imagine the game had a pension
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| That’d be insentive to stay up in it
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| I be willing to stay for the feelin’s
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| Feel it
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| And I run with my kids from New York back to Mass
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| Ya U Know Wat It Is (Yaaaaaaa)
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| And I smoke bleep to bleep, back to back
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| Until I feel like I don’t exist (Yerrrrrrrp)
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| Say U Know Wat It Is, Say U Know Wat It Is
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| And U Know Wat It Is
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| Out my face I’m with Wik while we whip through the sticks
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| (WIKI)
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| DJ Lucas what we doin
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| You be bird, I be Ewing
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| And we go 2 and 2 on all of these fools
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| And we got a union based on the fact that they losing
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| We don’t beat em we abuse em
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| We don’t need em, we just choosing
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| Next to the hoes
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| You got 4, I got 4
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| Let’s go, get us mo
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| I don’t know, I don’t know
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| (LuieGo)
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| I’m from the same pace as basketball so all of my niggas they swish
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| Took a plane from the 305 to NY You Know Wat It Is
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| Goin' over the bridge, took a bus to the paper city
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| Haters lookin' silly, Leave em wet willies
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| I don’t really think you know how LuieGo lives
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| And I run with my kids from New York back to Mass
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| Ya U Know Wat It Is (Yaaaaaaa)
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| And I smoke bleep to bleep, back to back
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| Until I feel like I don’t exist (Yerrrrrrrp)
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| Say U Know Wat It Is, Say U Know Wat It Is
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| Say U Know Wat It Is
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| Every time this farm boy crosses over the bride |