| I ain’t gonna die tonight
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| You can’t kill me, not my spirit
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| History is ours tonight
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| The people are chanting, can’t you hear it?
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| Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
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| Open up the doors on 'em, we playing tonight
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| Bring on the marching band and turn on the stadium lights
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| They gonna learn from me, this is our church of The
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| Life of a champion, ugh, so Freddie Mercury
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| Sneaking into Hov concerts in nosebleeds
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| The Hov bein' like woah
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| Yeah, independent, keep killing these people and don’t sleep
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| Even the pigeon toed still standing on both feet, you know
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| It’s obvious whose night this is
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| Grandparent’s immigrants, couple Irish kids
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| Victory in my grasp, gotta fight for this
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| The streets are ours this evening, going undefeated
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| I roll the dice against the staircase, uh huh
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| Steak season, gotta marinate, uh huh
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| If I happen to die tonight, put my spirit in the stars
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| Bury me in the grave and carve «the history was ours»
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| Said I
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| I ain’t gonna die tonight
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| You can’t kill me, not my spirit
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| History is ours tonight
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| The people are chanting, can’t you hear it?
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| Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
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| Wake up, bitch, I ain’t dead yet
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| And If I was in heaven, I’d be the best dressed
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| My closet looking like a swap meet in Texas
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| And maybe it’s excess, but we ain’t cut from the same cloth, player
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| Talking to a boss player
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| Checks like a ball player
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| Easy money, all lay-ups
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| I be pissing off neighbors
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| Get up off my dick and get the finger like a cross-fader
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| I be in my lawn chair star gazing like, woo!
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| All praise to the most high
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| Your boy in his own J’s, I made it to courtside
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| Remember the old days and praying for co-signs
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| When labels offer me pay, I said that I won’t sign
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| I took my weakness and turned that into a weapon
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| And when everybody doubted me, I turned that to my leverage
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| So I stand up on the stage, it wasn’t planned, see it was destined
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| Look at fifty-thousand people with their hands into the heavens and said I
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| I ain’t gonna die tonight
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| You can’t kill me, not my spirit
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| History is ours tonight
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| The people are chanting, can’t you hear it?
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| Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
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| Didn’t come this far to lose
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| Won’t let death make a move
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| Might not mean much to you, but I’d die for this W
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| Let my life be something to prove
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| Every scrape, every fight, every cut, every bruise
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| I’ll lay it all on the line, I’ll re-write these rules
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| Victory in my sight, I will not lose
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| I ain’t gonna die tonight
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| You can’t kill me, not my spirit
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| History is ours tonight
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| The people are chanting, can’t you hear it?
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| Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh |