| Know how I do
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| Maybe you don’t (All you have to do is call me… call me)
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| Why you playing, why you playing?
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| I be going like two and two
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| With some more hot shit ready to spit for you
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| With the songs that you love just to get you through
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| Ma
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| Back in effect
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| I’m back to collect
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| Got the respect
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| Which will turn into the cash or a check
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| You can, pay me with fear, you can pay me with love
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| You can, pay me in tears or you can pay me in blood
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| Spray me with slugs, and the revolution live, I never die in vain
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| The writer might be dead but the piece remain on the train (yea)
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| The music help you be true to yourself, accumulate wealth
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| So what I spit is the embodiment I do for self
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| As a teen it was kinda hard to find a job
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| I took over my writer’s block and ran it like a spot
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| I’m Pimp C in this game nigga, I’m a hard
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| But I’m never feasting on it, keep speaking on it God
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| That’s what they say when I’m building, I keep my dialogue street
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| But still spiritual like we deep inside a mosque
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| Or the synagouge that don’t preach or go where the sinners are
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| And keep the fire burning like a slum lord in the Bronx
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| Of course I will 'cuz you know how I do
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| Maybe you don’t (All you have to do is call me… call me)
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| I be going like two and two
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| With some more hot shit ready to spit for you
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| With the songs that you love just to get you through
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| Ma
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| Rhyme writer from nine to five
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| It’s the 25 to lifers with the balance of the acrobatic high wires
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| The pain of the slave with his back feeling like fire
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| 'Cuz the whip talking to his ass like Knight Rider
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| Most of these rappers nowadays be sounding like liars
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| Got visions of guns in they head like the Pied Piper
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| When I bust they start to disappear like my lighters
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| 'Cuz they shit is faker than the dreads on Mikah Phifer
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| The industry is in trouble
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| Plus these industry niggas is fake, so they tend to be in a bubble
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| So I hit the block where they’re known to thicken the plot
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| Sticking up cops, kids be pocket-picking they Glocks (my man)
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| Balling outta control, don’t be forgetting that niggas is broker than dishes at
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| a Greek wedding
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| They might try to run up on you, take your life quick
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| It’s like this when you walk the strip up on the night shift
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| Let 'em know
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| Of course I will 'cuz you know how I do
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| Maybe you don’t (All you have to do is call me… call me)
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| I be going like two & two
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| With some more hot shit ready to spit for you
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| With the songs that you love just to get you through
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| Ma
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| This right here the bare essentials with no extras y’all
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| I kept it raw from the school of thought where less is more
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| Brooklyn is cooking and I blessed it with the special sauce
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| I got the soul of a prophet and never take a loss
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| Fresher than kicks out the box, the kids on the block
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| That is street hungry trying to get that sweet honey out the rock
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| Crack in the socks when they click the row thicker than sour sop
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| Listening to my black power rock
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| Music, of this hip hop we be rocking to it
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| I’m a river, you a valley, watch me run right through it
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| You wanna learn how to do it, tell the truth in your single first
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| Lil' Kim went to jail for what you do in every single verse (free Lil' Kim)
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| Lyrics is perjury, your beats is more plastic than surgery
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| And we in the United States of emergency
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| One of the main reasons none of you lames worry me
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| Is I change lanes like I change planes and change currency
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| They wanna know, tell them (All you have to do is call me)
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| Of course I will 'cuz you know how I do
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| Maybe you don’t (All you have to do is call me… call me)
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| I be going like two and two
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| With some more hot shit ready to spit for you
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| With the songs that you love just to get you through
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| Ma |