| Uh, Rapper Pooh, 9th Wonder
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| Joe Scudda, Median
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| Topshop, you know how we do
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| For real, yo, check it out now
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| Whoa, let’s take a walk through my life
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| Pops ain’t love me, moms tried to raise me right
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| Two younger sisters and an older brother like
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| You gotta be nice when you fight
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| You better think twice when you fight cause you playing with a life
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| And some niggas get trife when you playing with their life
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| And they go for their knife or they bust at you twice
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| Or they take it to your crib and put a couple in your wife
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| Or your kids or whomever, whenever they can get it
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| They can get it right now for a couple of them digits
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| Really, but beef gets sliced from bullshit silly
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| Clowns in the club, clowns out in pub
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| A lick get drilled quick and plugged quick
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| For popping lip up in gums talking reckless and shit
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| Get that beef cooked up like some breakfast and shit
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| Jimmy Dean bright and early, scrambled eggs and grits
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| Got that toast buttered up ready to serve you quick
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| Pacing back and forth, parking lot looking real thick
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| In the midst of some chicks on the prowl for dick
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| Young scrapper got a point to prove, that his nuts is big
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| And everything that he say he live
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| And everything that he speak he did
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| And everything that he clutch is big
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| In the middle of the time, went up and touched the kid, off he slid
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| Pooh hold up, niggas thought that I was bullshittin?
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| Let me find out y’all hating on the League like stool pigeons
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| You couldn’t sense that it was bigger than the lyrics?
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| How I fight and draw pictures like Antwan Fischer
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| Take control of the board like Bobby Fischer
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| Make pawns come and get ya, assassinate ya like a bishop
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| Niggas couldn’t feel the spirit in here?
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| How it either draw you nearer or make you fear it in here
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| Come on, you couldn’t sense from the reflection of my women?
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| See the soldiers in my sisters while your hoes cold as winter
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| Shoulda copped and blown on some pimpin
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| Iceberg Slim shit, come to find out y’all trickin
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| See your dough slow up, and you wanna what
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| Wife your hoes up, L7 like Rosebud
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| With two D’s for a double dose of the fiction
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| You faking ass, fronting felonious ass niggas
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| Never left the block, how-could-you-know-me ass niggas
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| Frown ass, clown ass, homie ass niggas
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| I should start smackin niggas with a sock
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| No question, just start askin niggas where to chop
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| Mister M-E-D, I to the A-N
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| Swayin, open off The Listening and made him
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| Niggas got to pay for relief, I see you waitin
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| Just let them guys blow in the wind, money they paper
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| Just let them guys blow in the wind, money is paper
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| Uh huh, yeah, they tryna box me in
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| I’m in the best shape right now, so rap, yo
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| Yo, it’s a new day, I got a new plan
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| A kid stretches him arms out, he’s a new man
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| They wanna see me lose, yo I got news fam
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| Settlin is somethin I never do fam
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| Dumb shit will put your ass in the newsstands
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| Playing games with lames, J. Scudda through man
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| I got somethin left to prove man
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| And y’all cats wanna hold me up, they try to «cut me deep»
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| They wanna see me boxed in, fuck a rebound
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| I boxed out, popped out, BING, knockout
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| And if my back’s to the wall, I air ya block out
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| You all sweet, have you saying man he «cut me deep»
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| You damn right, bark just as bad as my bite
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| And my days be as bad as my nights
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| Thinking I need to peel out, I got shirts I need to fill out
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| I’m tryna eat, this hunger «cut me deep»
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| And I can dig it, feel how I live it
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| I watch the world, three hundred and sixty on my pivot
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| Have people talking bout where they were when I did it
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| That classic shit, never forget it when it «cut me deep»
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| And it left a scar, that reminds me of
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| Where we are, where we been and where we going to
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| And all the bullshit we going through
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| From beef in the streets to being a broke man, it has «cut me deep»
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| And now you feel me, so why do I drink and
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| Live life filthy and smoke cigarettes
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| Even though they might kill me and eat red meat
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| So I can’t sleep a wink, cause the life I chose «cut me deep»
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| But I love it though… |