| Yo… I go in, like spellin gone
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| Prison dwellin fel-on, so nigga what’chu really tellin John?
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| I done had a harder career, than most of my peers
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| Never got thrown a life preserver, cause most of 'em feared
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| Niggas got on off my shoulders, and turned they back
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| Guess you don’t introduce fiends to other dealers if you servin crack
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| And that’s that, heard the game could be sold
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| Not told with game sold to soul to talk shit cause I’m not gold
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| So I promised myself, I’mma follow myself
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| Pass rap college myself, I’mma do this myself
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| There’s no rug you can sweep me under
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| I am one with the universe; |
| I am earth wind rain and thunder
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| This is called the warrant, I hot fire the hot Aston Martin
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| Even my hot ass be pardoned
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| The audacity to name a hot ass city C-Arson
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| Niggas harassin me, how many hot bars I be sparkin
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| Some of the greatest plus all of the hot bitches I dated
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| I’m a hot boy, spittin fuego hot potato
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| I’m not the most famous but my flow’s more heinous
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| Ten years consistently classic radio never played it
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| Niggas forget I came out Lil' Bow Wow’s age
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| So I’m still young enough to hit yo' bitch-ass with the gauge
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| See I would make «Nature of the Threat,» but I’m grown now, color blind
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| If you been a real friend in my life, dog we brothers
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| I done seen niggas I grew up with, turned to the other side
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| Every brother ain’t a brother, can’t convince me otherwise
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| Re-Up still a team though, Matrix had a glitch
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| Had to let go of some weak links, one violated a chick
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| Another was doin bad, helped my dude then he switched
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| Jumped ship, wanted to be assistant pimp
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| So here’s baby powder, it’s funny how the world still spinnin
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| And after everything we still winnin
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| We shall overcome
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| Through the pain and the tears we gon' make it out the slums
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| Through the bad and the worse, we gon' do it 'til it’s done
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| We, shall over (over) come |