| Lights, camera, action
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| It’s Mean ready for action
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| I’m back for the attack
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| This class is now in session
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| Now, don’t play pretend if you don’t understand
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| This is lyrical philosophy from the brain to the pen
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| So bow down and kiss the ring
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| Still dressed in designer things
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| I only speak about top dollar
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| Never popped a collar
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| Pop a pill to ease the pain that the world brings
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| I’m spending money on all these gold things
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| My soul sinks
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| That’s how my soul sings
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| Hear my soul sing
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| And as my soul sinks
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| I drown in sins for better things by any means necessary
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| This shit is legendary
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| Don’t gotta wait for it
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| Imma give it to you live, No TNT
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| ‘Cos I’m a VIP and I’m the MVP
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| Bitch, I’m the king of the throne
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| No one can step to me
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| From the front to the back of the castle
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| I’ve got my knights from the templar
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| Boy, don’t you mess with a rascal
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| Come take a step, imma tackle ya
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| Don’t step in the ring
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| You messin' around with a king
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| Armored and ready to bring
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| Pain with the rest of the team
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| Get with the scheme
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| We hustlin' hard for the cream |
| Lights, Camera, Action
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| Lights-Lights, Camera, Action
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| Strike a pose, Snap a pic
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| Come get down where the action is
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| Boy, don’t you know I’m a fashionist
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| Got a little bit of this and a little bit of that
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| Boy, you messin' with a beast on a little bit of crack
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| You ain’t fuckin' with the steez and I couldn’t give a crap
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| Get down with the rat pack and I roll
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| With a fat stack and the back of the row
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| Better step back, watch your act and I go
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| Imma clap back with a gat to your dome
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| On my worst behavior, So?
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| I done been a bad boy for so long
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| Don’t give a shit about anything
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| But that paper game I got, so strong
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| Go blocka-blocka ‘cos my sneaker game so proper
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| Imma romper stomp ya if you’re lurkin' in my corner
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| On the road to the riches, there’s hits and misses
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| I pick up the pieces, Be a witness
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| I’m throwing disses to all the bitches
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| Don’t worry ‘bout it, I’ll make all the ends meet
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| I’ll put up a fight ‘cos I won’t admit defeat
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| Mean |