| The Moment of truth, from the flow in the booth
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| Is it a classic to blow through the roof
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| Just ask 'n let me show you the proof
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| We stronger than ever along with the pressure
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| Longer then lesser, we bonded together
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| Like a song belongs with a measure
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| We pawnded ya treasure, a thing I wont do for the chips
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| And this be speaking from my heart, so I ain’t using my lips
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| Like a ventriloquist, and as I stand killing this
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| While this rain, critics wont admit, how I can and still exist
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| Its a introduction, discussin the info
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| stuck in my mental window, thats meant to function
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| Let the people be the judge
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| We know and expect it, you holdin the record
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| Way before the needle even budge
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| The most hated on, and I stayed alone, was rated wrong
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| And its a headache, like yankin domes with a straightening comb
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| When our bread brake, articles of artists who aren’t as hard yo'
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| Partners by fathers, regardless they are a star you know
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| Soon as it politics, with dollars become a prince
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| Be honest, if not I promise, I’ma just switch the style of it With possibly what the game needs, with the same greed
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| You fakers is with, making a hit like when you playin we… indeed
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| We areeeeeeeee
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| V- Villa, V-Villa
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| They say a nigga fell off when my nigga exited
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| 3 albums later I kill 'em gotta represent
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| 2 albums back had left
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| Kinda threw me off balance, put a limp in my step
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| But I pray for my nigga you know its one love
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| But let me tell you some shit thats kinda fucked up Besides the tempting, it wasn’t the empting
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| With the bling bling like mista ching a ling
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| So we didn’t get a second single, or a video
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| So I say fuck 'em get the dick like a pretty ho I guess we didn’t need 'em, thanks for the freedom
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| And every time we see 'em, we let the finger greet 'em |