| Ladies and gentlemen
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| We are gathered here today
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| To join
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| I see it, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| I like this right here
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| Yeah, yeah
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| One-Two, One-Two, in the place to be
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| As you can see
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| I am the crush groovin'
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| There’s a whole lot of stars be groovin' in here tonight
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| The record breaking and the record making
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| Yeah, yeah, turn this up
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| From the states to over seas
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| Every city in between I hit the scene
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| Catch fire like kerosene
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| Geting paid for more then a decade
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| We been blazing, y’all wasn’t ready for the PD invasion
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| Caught you off guard, got bitches, got cars
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| Healin' war scars, puff smoke out of the jar
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| Catch flights to and fro, nigga who you know?
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| No one important, just another nigga flossing
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| Gotta seal, what I’m touching is real
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| You just a clone wit' a production deal
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| I sailed the seven seas and kept my head above the water
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| Sorry I left you, but now I am back for ya
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| But it’s like we never bounced, platinum from word of mouth
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| Hottest niggas out
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| Alot better, the shit’s too strong
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| I’m home now, daddy’s been gone too long
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| What you niggas want
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| Wanna talk slick
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| Wanna do shit, try shit, new shit
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| Who you fucking wit'
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| You and your weak clique
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| Bitch you creep wit' got you in some deep shit
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| You coppin' pleas now, it ain’t a secret
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| Trying to be niggas you can’t even speak with
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| You can’t run, you can’t hide
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| Bad Boy 'till the day we die
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| Tell they all like Jordan in the fall
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| On top of the hill like Lauren, Killing 'Em Soft'
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| What you grillin' me for?
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| Kept my name good, we from the same hood
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| Made some change, put the range wit' the stained wood
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| Now chicks, they keep they eyes on me
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| Wanna grind on me
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| Haters plotting so I keep my nine on me
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| You can’t stop 'em when them shells is popping
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| Look good to the public eye, your streets is watching
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| At all times, put it all on the line
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| Without a care dreams of cream turn to nightmares
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| No one to talk to, don’t know who to trust
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| Got your gun out and don’t know who to bust
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| It get like that though, when you stack that dough
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| Can’t run from it yo, that’s when they get close
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| So put up you guards, keep faith in God
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| I promise y’all the world’ll be ours
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| Your games amaze, but alot of ways, many choices
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| Can’t sleep, when I do I hear voices
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| Speakin' loud and clear, wait 'till you come out this year
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| So I listen back cause the street is missing that
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| What a world we live in
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| So cold I’m shivering, slipping
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| Gotta work with what I’m given, shit
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| Bitches is trifling, hands out grabbin'
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| Niggas hating, scheming and back stabbin'
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| That’s why they hang around you, just to be seen
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| Type to leave a gun fight wit' a full magazine
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| No blood, not hit, chamber ain’t warm
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| What part of the game is this? |
| And who’s side you on?
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| Can’t be out for wealth and out for self, won’t work
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| Find yourself tucked and surrounded by dirt
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| In a verse I show the whole earth my work
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| It got to get better because it can’t get no worse |