| Are you ready?
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| I wanna know is everybody ready?
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| (YEAH!!)
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| Alright, here we go!
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| Hey yo, Pooh, nigga
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| You already know what it is, dunn
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| Word up (Yeah!!)
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| Fuck around and turn my hat backwards or something, nahmean?
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| Workin my Chapstick, nigga
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| Uh, here we go again, back to that goin in'
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| Pen the repeat offender, you rap niggas know what it IS!
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| Or what it was, no buzz
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| It’s a million motherfuckers working just like us
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| But they don’t spit it like us, makin shit like us
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| Lot of copycat rappers couldn’t get it like us
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| And we don’t speak like y’all, we ain’t weak like y’all
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| Take them training wheels off and you bound to fall
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| We down by law, y’all CB4
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| But they don’t see these bars, lot of weaklings, god
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| Whenever we record, niggas see we raw
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| They know T-T raw, anything he score
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| Like MJ in the fall, this shit bang in the Porsche
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| My shit, bang on the porch, the more awesome record
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| In this side of the board, this is how I destroy
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| You a coward to +Crooked I+ and any +House+ I’ma +Slaughter+
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| «Y'all don’t want no war with us» — Nas
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| «Y'all niggas better stop» — Big L
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| «Stop fronting» «The wait is over» «We on the rise»
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| «We keeps it real inside the battlefield» — Kool G. Rap
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| «Y'all don’t want no war with us» — Nas
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| «Y'all niggas better stop frontin» — Big L
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| «The wait is over» «We on the rise»
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| «Ain't no shame in my game, we do our thing son» — Kool G. Rap
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| We back, here we go again, back to the show again
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| Niggas get ya levee tight, Coney Island flowin in
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| VA to Cak-a-lak, prize in the Cracker Jack
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| +He-Man+ no Battle-Cat, dawg where the battles at?
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| Niggas just chitty-chat, waitin for a piggy back
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| Internet, blogger type, soft as a kitty cat
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| Bluffin like it’s pitty-pat, cards in the deck
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| We the gods of the internet, the stars of cassette
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| Don’t get scarred off your threats
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| Naw, back to bih’ness, homie
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| You see the bih’ness, homie? |
| This is God-given
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| Self-driven, riveting pictures I paint
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| How you livin? |
| Witnessing something you ain’t
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| No cubicle, shine more suitable
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| Rhyme more reputable, losers be delusional
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| The suspect’s usual, egos get bruise and know
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| Careers get a funeral, leave 'em looking stupid so.
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| Are you ready? |