| Alright, listen up
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| I’mma put it in perspective
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| I’m the best since me
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| I got a right to be selective
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| What we have here is a candle so crass
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| It came out the cup with some shit from yo ass
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| Strictly for those who are tryin to walk it with me
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| Ya’ll thinkin y’all thugs cuz you bought some Dickies
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| I’m bein honest, throwin back to the hottest
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| I got LeBron callin his mom to check his closet (WHOA)
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| The rest can chill, you shoulda knew that
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| Skillz, uh-uh, you don’t wanna do that
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| Testin me? |
| That must be a fool that
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| Was thinkin too hard, you better loosen your doo-rag
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| When I’m gone, ons y’all for frontin
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| Dont have my vocals sings shit like we was cool or somethin
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| Its a fact, I think all rap is whack
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| And if you feel like I feel, then you ain’t got no choice
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| But to
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| Take it Back, do do do do
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| Take it Back, do do do do
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| Take it Back, do do do do
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| Take it Back
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| I ain’t here to make friends, that ain’t my job
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| If everybody ain’t nice, that ain’t my squad
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| And I ain’t hypin 'em, I’m blowin right by them
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| This is like a grown man ridin a bike again
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| It’s that easy, when I spit for the hood
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| I dont rap (nope), I explain shit real good
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| Ya’ll say y’all thugs?
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| Well last time I seen ya, you were Steppin in the Name of Love
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| Like «Left, right, bring it back»
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| Nigga, what part of the game was that?
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| If you see us, then its a known fact
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| That y’all is lil boy flow, this is grown man rap
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| You a playa? |
| well move with a limp folk
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| That ain’t a pimp cup, thats a god damn Big Gulp
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| I’m your new A&R, Black
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| I’mma book some overtime, you write some more rhymes
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| And.
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| Take it Back, do do do do
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| Take it Back, do do do do
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| Take it Back, do do do do
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| Take it Back
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| When I charge the emcee, equals a bar a key
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| Just me and the squad, no manners, no «pardon me»
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| So dont bother be trying to get father than me
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| If you ain’t right now, you ain’t workin harder than me
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| And I’m sure you’ll flip, when this song come around
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| This shit so crunk it’d make Lil Jon clam down
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| Hits out the trunk never shook
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| So by the time you get to the hook
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| You be whippin out your check book
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| Lets look, or better yet, lets not
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| I talk shit to the sun, nigga I’m just that high
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| And in case y’all forgot, here’s your warning B
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| Cuz I snatch it like it rightfully belongs to be
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| And just.
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| Take it Back do do do do
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| Take it Back do do do do
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| Take it Back do do do do
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| Take it Back |