| Sweet and simple
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| These three words
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| Sweet and simple
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| These three words
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| Greatest rapper alive’s what I’m destined to be
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| I would never understand why they questionin' me
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| Ask me if I’m the best, I tell 'em definitely, the best I can be
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| And I do it consecutively
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| Talkin' to Jay, told me I should be next on that list
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| That nigga Nas, said it can’t get much better than this
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| You thinkin' follows and likes’ll make a record a hit
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| You thinkin' bottles on ice’ll get respect for ya shit
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| Before Biggie was killin' 'em with them raw flows
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| Before Bone was meetin' us at Tha Crossroads
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| Before Suge was showin' out at award shows
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| I was breakin' night, tryin' to make it, only the Lord knows
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| This ain’t a feelin' I’m tryin' to force, bro
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| It’s just a feelin' I can’t ignore, yo
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| Remember them 5 mics at The Source though?
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| I been a legend before they took me to court though
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| Since day one I been givin' you all I had
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| Since buttin' heads with Joe and freestylin' with Fab
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| Since breakin' up with Hitch and sellin' drugs on the Ave
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| I fell in love with the craft, a felon thug with a past
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| At last, everything that I worked hard for
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| Is worth more than what’s sittin' in my garage door
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| Is worth more than a verse that I had to charge for
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| I went from hardcore to the greatest art form
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| Notice the skills that I demonstrated
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| And changed the minds of the biggest haters
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| My friends said, «Don't forget us when you get big and famous»
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| I said, «Would you remember me if I didn’t make it?»
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| These three words I would die for
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| Greatest rapper alive is what I strive for
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| While others chase the money, bitches and limelight
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| I’m in the studio makin' sure every rhyme tight
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| Verse here, 'nother verse there
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| A crazy metaphor that I dropped on the 3rd snare
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| I’m tryin' to get it right, makin' sure that the words clear
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| 'Cause, if they don’t get it, I swear is my worse fear
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| Yeah, I know it seem simple
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| The mind is so sacred, I’m holdin' onto my temple
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| And I can see the hatred you holdin' onto is mental
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| You people gotta face it, I’m lacin' this instrumental
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| Block, let it breathe on 'em
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| God bless 'em, but I ain’t sneeze on 'em
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| How you measure them three words?
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| Greatest rapper alive, you think I never deserved?
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| Yeah, let’s go, how you measure them three words?
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| Greatest rapper alive, this nigga must got some nerve
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| These three words
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| Sweet and simple
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| These three words
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| Short and kind |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song These Three Words, artist - Ransom. Album song Greatest Rapper Alive, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп