| It’s all about Mail Dominance
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| Get paid, mane
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| I’m counting ten years of pain
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| A decade in the game
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| And to my calculations
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| Went through a whole generation
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| Took control of the streets
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| Then a whole nation
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| I bless minds and rhymes and test time
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| Forever, never think that N-A-T-A-S dyin'
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| I’m pounding on my chest, trying
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| We’re hot as flesh frying
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| How you going to read the text blind
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| Trying to test mine
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| Real as life can be
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| If it ain’t where my eyes can see
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| It ain’t Reel Life to me
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| Don’t shit excite me
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| But the instrumentals
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| All these wars we been through
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| Is what brings the hard core mental
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| Everywhere, every year we’re darker with the art
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| Get in gear, you ain’t going nowhere sitting in park, what
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| Motivate something
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| Nigga go chase something
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| Get the fuck out my face, fronting
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| Straight up, motivate something
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| Nigga go chase something
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| Get the fuck out my face, fronting
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| Word up, what’s the deal
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| You know we can’t see it if that shit ain’t real (come on)
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| Everywhere, every year we’re darker with the art
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| Get in gear, you ain’t going nowhere sitting in park, what
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| Motivate something
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| Nigga go chase something
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| Get the fuck out my face, fronting
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| Straight up, motivate something
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| Nigga go chase something
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| Get the fuck out my face, fronting
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| For real (for real)
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| You know we can’t see it if that shit ain’t real
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| Now this goes out to all the Gs and their crews
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| Never stumble like you’re drunk
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| Stay on Ps and Qs
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| I see your blues
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| You need a G or two to see you through
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| Meditate on life, don’t be the fool
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| Better see the truth
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| Meditation means I’m thinking deep
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| I’m thinking haunt these wicket streets
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| While you’re in a deep sleep
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| Born before my time, let history repeat
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| Let the world analyze me and study my speech
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| Mastamind
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| I still don’t care, got you still scared
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| Still aware this shit ain’t fair
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| Still a Killionaire
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| Still they’re chasing my trail
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| While I’m making mail
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| Every day cheating death, still waiting for Hell
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| Even the Devil can’t fuck with this ruckus
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| So how you think niggas on the streets gon' touch us?
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| This is just the battle cause I’m ready for war too
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| I would just surrender my life
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| But can’t afford to
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| You better come on in or get gone
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| Come on, we up in this bitch opening up your dome
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| NATAS walking to the beat of a different drum
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| Played on your mind so many times and won
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| Now I’m the one’s going to bomb the station
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| If they don’t put Esham in rotation
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| They’re scared of Mail Domination
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| Can I survive this wickedness 'til I get rich in this?
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| Ballers stay envious wishing they could see me finish
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| We’re going to stay a menace
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| Every day we in this
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| We don’t play, we business
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| No matter what you say, can’t offend us
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| Can’t break us or bend us
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| Shut us down or condemn us
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| A legacy immortalized and endless
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| Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
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| You better come on in (come on in, or get gone)
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| Yo, yo (can I yell that?)
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| Reel Life
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| Wicket World Wide (Reel Life, ha ha)
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| NATAS (That's what I’m talking about)
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| We out this song |