| On the side of a bus or the back of a train
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| You’re driving down the street and you see me again
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| You see my piece and it’s not my gun
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| The cops see it too but I don’t run
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| I gotta big black book
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| So c’mon and take a look
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| I know a nice spot and I call it mine
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| I’m gonna get to heaven without even dyin'
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| I got a mind, it’s on the wall
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| Big block letters, ten feet tall
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| Clandestine, late at night
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| You won’t see nothing, 'til the morning light
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| Then you’ll Know My Name, c’mon on say my name
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| Yeah you’ll Know My Name, say my name
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| Behind the counter and locked away
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| The tools of the trade but i’ll find a away
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| A big dripper, a can of paint
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| Gonna show the fools just what I ain’t
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| Control my body but never my mind
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| I’ll change your view without even tryin' |