| We gon rock a man cause we got the fresh tho
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| One-one time, two-two times, three…
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| I’m on a mission
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| I hold the pen and stay twisted
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| The competition my street cats will stay listening (word up)
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| Detroit to New York I still walk the walk
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| Control dancehall, chillin in my b-boy stance y’all
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| Never was known to be an emcee
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| I still rip and flip crowds into a frenzy
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| Reciting facts shit, and it’s like herbs to bite
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| Bum rushing mic tec playing slowly at night
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| Coincide with the mic take flight above shores (word of mouth)
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| I separate mines from yours
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| I look ya up and as I stare in your face
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| Your big mind’s on a hum hum
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| The one you got your idea from
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| Yeah I’m right here son, straight out the slum
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| Makin tracks for dough, gettin paid to do shows
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| So when I blow (what) the niggas respect my flow
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| Ay yo I’m nice with the pill and I rock with Slum Vill
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| Ay yo, you want flows? |
| We got tons of them
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| Pete, Slum and Tim trying to bank shit like the Huntington
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| Get that money and dip
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| Flash the cash in front of them
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| Niggas gruntin' and shit
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| Sayin' nothin I’m done with them
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| Oh yo! |
| Peeps ain’t got a hold they gun on them
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| Cause if one of them cats jump, we all jumpin' in
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| Believe that!
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| We got somethin' for the some dumb
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| Bubble yum chewin that don’t know what they doin' with this rap shit
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| Rap tactics automatic and the fact is y’all know you bored with the whack shit
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| We got that phat shit that auto and track shit and when you hear it man I don’t
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| know how to act, shit
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| It’s like the first related verse and now we rock with the beat
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| Just another causality for S and the V
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| It’s like action is what we give and receive
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| Best do believe we got some shit up our sleeves
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| Shit to dance to, some shit to the trees
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| Some shit if you dyin' and they help you breathe
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| Make a handicap nigga exceed with speed
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| It’s like totally with Toronto to V
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| Doin this for DET in the place to be
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| Can’t forget the rest R, O, I, and T
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| Mac Nicholas baby, what else could it be?
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| Please, lace me with a scratch for the beat
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| In the beginning, it was the S, never no name shit
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| Motherfuckers traveled for miles to Mac Nick
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| We kick rhymes we know they never sound like yours
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| To the mic lookin' like cheap thoughts
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| Fuck this rap shit, I’m too smart for that
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| I do this shit for kicks with my crew, believe that
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| The S is on the way to makin' emcees quick
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| I shoot the kinda rhymes to make the emcees duck
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| On the mic I never fight I call an angel of war
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| Slice an emcee with my palm, a lyrical sword
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| You really want a bottle? |
| You must be ill
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| Well it’s the S, numero uno, I’m in your favorite
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| The negroes make the music that you run out to get
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| Now this is love at the less, new bomb shit
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| Mac Nicholas is earnin' money on some burner shit
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| What, Slum Vill and we out
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| No doubt for 98
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| Settin ya straight
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| Getcha self laced
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| Peace |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Once Upon a Time (feat. Pete Rock) , by - Slum Village. Song from the album Fantastic Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп