| Ayo them boys are dead
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| Yep, yep, I do that
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| See me in the streets and they wonder my crew at
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| I’m to the good, but y’all already knew that
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| They fear me like Radames
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| I got the Juice, Part 2
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| Fuck it, where the fuck is Raheem and Q at?
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| Tell them niggas I’m bringing '92 back
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| Cause everybody wanna act rowdy
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| And shoot up the party
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| See no persona is John Gotti without the body
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| And you know who, you know who give niggas the blueprint
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| On how you gotta do shit
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| The truth is back
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| And I am that (yes sir)
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| No more, no less, stand tall, no vest (no stress)
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| I know I talk a lot of shit but I can back it up
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| We kinfolk with them blammer manufacturers
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| (It's blasphemy) but ain’t nothing soft about me
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| You get hit with the grand finale
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| This is thug activity (street life liberty)
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| Old ghetto remedy (toss em a slug)
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| Find me where the winners be (transition of power)
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| Find me where the winners be (transition of power)
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| I came here to win something
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| You know my type, I’ll defend something (easy)
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| Fragrant and grimy on the pavement
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| Losing ain’t an option
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| It’s a process when your project hoppin
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| Progress, that’s what’s poppin
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| No stress, they done let the block in
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| Pour Old Gold, they done let Barack in
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| Now look at homes stroll
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| The White House halls, Chi-Town boppin
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| Me? |
| I’m at the top ten
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| No transition of power, no inauguration, I just popped in
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| Watch and learn some shit, I’m concerned with hits
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| Privilege and craft, I’m confirmed legit
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| I’m like a mu-gician of musicians, we all gifted
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| They stop to listen and briefly visit, exquisite (easy)
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| I’ll give you chills when you chill and leave you tilted
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| Y’all in the building, try not to forget who built it |