| Upgrade, evolve, elevate, educate, regulate
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| Dogs my aim is strong
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| my everyday so I shake, infiltrate
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| I’m gonna check you if you wrong
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| Jeopardize the state, lose your neck
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| Miss the break me to connect, my expectations is long
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| I can’t wait, pay the debt with respect
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| Avoid your noise, it’s fake, it is what it is and not just a song
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| So go ahead and hate you already
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| No, why wait you already
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| No, why wait, why wait
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| Blasphemy, you lames kiss ass swiftly
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| Faggot ass fags miss me, strangle you nas quickly
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| Banging the smash with me, tangling cash hit me
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| Kangols and fit me, i’m a hundred just ask 50
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| Start up a mean movement’you out of a G unit, smarter how we do it
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| I taught them to be fluid, spotted the seas to it
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| Hotter degrees to it, you got 'em
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| Hating cause I’m a hitter
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| My kicking got you billing infiltrating bullshitter
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| Broke and still owe me, always smoke for free, homie
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| Most see that you phony, nope that’s not what you told me
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| But you cool, I’m illmatic, I’m smooth, you real erratic
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| Still running, I bust that, you whatever, I’m fuck that'
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| I’m Prince Po you that nigga
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| I’m Oh No you go figure
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| I’m fo sho' as Saafir and Rock oh?
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| I’m back in the saddle, I’m yanking these brains
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| I’m braking paper, chasing'
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| I’m aching to hit this caper
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| I’m tired of waiting like an anchor to bank these statements
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| Tell a tell a shaff yella oooh
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| Here to take it no mast, so fast
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| That metaphor right there, shaking
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| Meteoric to rise, I spotted the spy
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| I seize your disguise, leaving your community
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| Eyes bleed blood with the lies
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| So it’s perfect timing to tear your ass right out the line
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| That fits the rhyming to see shaft thinking
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| Who the fuck you kidding, nigga
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| We gonna leave your ass stinking
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| Ain’t tryna dump a body tryna be a hot commodity
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| For show me you know me
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| I’m cloud nine, with clips
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| That won’t cloud your mind with shit nigga you already
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| Hey, yo, I’ll bombard these from comin' round here
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| and bum rush them without a crown here
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| Subpar with it clown queer
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| And the rest you sound scared
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| No, you sound weird, no, you sound like a rare breed of bitch
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| Who would rather leak info than to leak out tears
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| Sound real? |
| fuck up the circle
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| Let’s bring it
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| Don’t play with me, watch what you say to me
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| Clip full little ho tell 'em no vacancies
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| Wake and bake sleepers no bud, bed or bakery
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| Little homie in the back, strapped, no baby seat
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| Upgrade your G, elevate your steeze
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| Wait and see, watch me make this cheese
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| Still claim the street |