| Ya ready?!
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| Get get get get get get ready?!
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| Get get get get ready?!
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| Ready… Aim… Fire… like Blow!
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| World tuned in to what I write now
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| Past. |
| Future. |
| Right now!
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| Marcus check the levels how my mic sound? |
| (All good)
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| Movin' right on
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| Fist in the air like right on
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| Keep letting bygones be bygones
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| Chuck a deuce to your ass like bye! |
| GONE! |
| (FOH)
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| Use to party like I gave a #uck
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| Lips on a bottle with my eyes on her butt
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| Foot on the throttle tried to keep it turnt up
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| Like my hand on the volume don’t care where we turn up
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| (No chill)
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| Now I party like I got a plan
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| Shit I did for free now I get about a grand
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| Some are still asleep think I’m really not a fan
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| They was looking for sheep but instead they got a man
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| (So real)
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| HOOK
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| Steppin' out the crib I wanna move it
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| But when I start to move, I start a movement
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| So, stop and take a look at how I do it, I
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| Party with purpose
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| So, you can pop your bottles 'til you lose it
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| While the sound is drowned out by our music
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| We gon' keep your hands high while we do it, let’s
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| Party with purpose
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| We’d party and bullshit
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| Living our lives to the fullest
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| Back when Gangstarr had a full clip
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| After everybody was on the Bulls dick
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| Plenty Bullets. |
| No Wizards
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| Youngin' pull ish. |
| Go bizerk!
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| Folk run the street doing dizzirt
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| It was nothing sweet, no desserts
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| Hit the chizzurch, trying to wash away their sins
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| Til Friday come then some do it again
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| And people run for fun and get it in
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| Cause we creep from slums where none of us s’pose to win
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| And I’m, and I’m, and I’m up in here with’em
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| Share the same problems we don’t only share rhythm
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| Working to resolve’em while we up in here sipping
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| Til we empty out a bottle we ain’t up in here tripping
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| And we ain’t bullshitting just shitting on the bull
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| Got us off track, cup still half full
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| Gon pushback til we really have pull
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| ‘Fore you lift that skirt better lift that wool
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| And know who you effin' with
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| The truth will probably make a hooker turn celibate
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| They can sell a bit of lies but we sidestepping it
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| Miss me, quickly that ain’t what we represent, nah!
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| HOOK
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| Ain’t no party like a party with purpose
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| If you party with a purpose don’t stop
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| For lyin' ass journalists, punk politicians
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| Or racists ass murdering cops
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| Ain’t no party like a party with purpose
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| If you party with a purpose don’t quit
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| For fake ass thugs or culture vultures
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| Won’t cha get off our dick
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| Yeah we did it before, just did it again
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| Been this way from the door, getting it til the end
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| Givin' yall the raw for sure give it a spin
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| From the core we swore to war until we win
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| One accord. |
| Of course the source is from within
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| And the force is strong as Thor or Benjamin
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| Grimm hardbody decor but sport a grin
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| Slim’s leavin' balance restored workin' a pen
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| HOOK |