| First of all, you better count your blessings
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| When you got C.L. |
| now you got bad boy, your connections
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| In return, while we live and we learn, then you know what it is To only build a bigger future for the kids
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| In peace, in war, lets take it to the floor
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| Every time we take two steps the crowd takes four
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| Lay the heat, how I come to the street, how I cut through the beef
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| Let me handle that, that’s why you make me chief
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| It’s packed, what they want in this here
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| Can we weather the storm, six minutes, C.L. |
| Smooth you’re on All the anger and the fear, was in the dressing room prayer
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| That we came out to light it up and put it in the air
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| That’s real, so holler back at ya boy, step aside Leroy
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| To all my ladies, who want tickets, enjoy, cause
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| I spit it and you gotta get with it and you’ll never forget it Yes, I want the best out, count 'em all
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| «Ain't no second time to appreciate»
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| To the fans and to all my people that supported us
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| «Ain't no second time to appreciate»
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| To the mama and the daddy and everything they taught us
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| «Ain't no second time to appreciate»
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| Tell them kids they gotta stay in school or ride with us
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| «Ain't no second time to appreciate»
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| When it all goes down, baby, All We Got Is Us You tell 'em this is history in the making, avoiding disasters
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| This run is for the green jacket, I fit, the masters
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| My crew havin' business, save, put it in through my office
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| The security is tight and the secretary is gorgeous
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| That’s official, me and Pete in the lab, that’s what they want
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| Pushin that real hip hop, up to the front
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| The game’s been good to me, preserved my youth
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| Not only, did it capture my goals and told me the truth
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| Look out my hustle, made a living, paid and driven
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| See why they tour around the world came to save us from prison
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| It’s great, I rather love than hate
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| You think it fell out the sky, I’m here to tell you, why believe in faith
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| Hard work, payin of and them wishes comin' true
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| Bolt open and you out to lunch, and left us two
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| Now you know we can’t let that pass to get that cash
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| We in the big numbers, count 'em all
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| Why my Uncle Doc left me everything when he died, and
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| When pop passed, two weeks later I cried, and
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| When great grandma left it all went crazy now
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| All I had left was grandma Pam, that’s my baby
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| Can’t talk bad about me, she tell 'em, why we need to give her
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| All those roses while she could smell 'em
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| I live this moment used to stay how we was
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| How my mother came to her in a dream and told her
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| Corey will come out of this deep dark depression, stand by me Give my insight a resurrection and heal me And feel me, what you got is to love, got a thing
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| This little woman who brought back the thug, let’s grind
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| Ghetto’s Of The Mind while I’m in my prime
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| I left, so y’all can catch up, I’m ahead of my time
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| Your legacy and that lazy boy say it ain’t fear
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| My next generation triple my digits, add 'em up like |