| On the outs I lace up, the world I face up To score on anybody, its war on everybody
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| The new guys come in blood shot between the eyes
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| As long as their sellin that merchandise
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| And one what goes in don’t come back
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| The color may be green but its also black
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| And red I know many heads that spent bloodshed
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| Cursed in converses, dead in Pro Keds
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| Now every Tom, Dick, Harry or Joe Smith
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| Skip the spauldings, pony’s, and k-swiss
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| High school and college coaches gettin
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| Kickbacks from scholarships and them slave ships
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| Hey Dr. J where you got those moves
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| Was it gettin high in the schools
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| Can it be the shoes?
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| Truth is truth, I tear the fuckin roof off the house
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| Expose them foes with my mouth
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| I see corporate hands up in foreign lands
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| With the man behind the man gettin paid behind the man
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| I hold the rocket stop the hand in my pocket
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| 200 a pair but I’m addicted to the gear
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| They’ll make me do things on the court to amaze ya I heard they make em for a buck 8 in Asia
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| They came a long way baby since
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| Clyde Frazier had pumas, pullin mad consumers
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| Them Filas I’m feelin but I cant touch the ceiling
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| Them New Balance hits 120 million
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| The last thing I need is Adidas terminatin my contract
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| For wearing those old pair of wack
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| Reebok low tops covered up by floppy socks
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| Gave me a jump shot before I got jumped and shot
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| Duckin a word from my sponsor
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| Trying to end my year like Kwaanza
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| Been paid since the 8th grade
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| 11th grader, pop the champagne
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| 12th grade start the campaign
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| Gettin fame sign my name in the dotted frame
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| Nike got me pullin re’s and g’s
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| Shit, I can get shot for these
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| Please god give me 20 more years on these knees
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| To maintain without this game I gotta do keys
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| And I don’t wanna go there because its fuckin everywhere
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| Factories wanna be me kids wanna see me Behind the wheels and endorsement deals
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| Its the politics and the tricks behind the kicks |