| Now me and D we had a jam, we used to kick it with Jay
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| He was the baddest man in the U.S. of A
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| He had a rack of black jackets and some records to play
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| And my sucker Nelly Dee would sound check it with Ray
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| Open the Garden up for Marvin and I’m speakin on Gaye
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| God bless 'em where they rest and 'ever they may lay
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| And now they’re
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| Sweet home Alabama… where the skies are so blue
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| Sweet home Alabama… Lord I’m comin home to you
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| Now Jigga Jay had a hand and it was steady and firm
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| He was the type of dude to shoot it to you straight as a perm
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| He was the greatest and he’s sharin everything that he earned
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| And you can count on Jam Master, I was never concerned
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| We all miss him but his mission is completed and done
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| Never worry 'bout D and Dicka DJ Run
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| And don’t ask me 'bout Jay and never have no fear
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| The only question we should ask is why are we still here?
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| Because we’re
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| Now under pressure Jam Master never losin control
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| He cut a record in a second, everybody was sold
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| Always open to the words that I had to say
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| Always helpin, never selfish, that was my man Jay
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| And we ain’t lose him or choose him, it was God’s idea
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| And since home is where the heart is homey he’s still here
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| And now we’re |