| Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
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| Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
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| Oh
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| Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
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| Oh
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| Oh
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| Yeah, we gon' run far outside in time
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| Oh, never do lie, never do lie
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| I never do lie
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| I put this on my soul to see your face light up
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| Get them people out our way
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| And in time they’ll feel our pain, break out them chains
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| Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
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| Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
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| Oh
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| Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
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| Oh
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| Oh
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| Yeah they wanna keep us low down
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| Yeah they wanna keep us low down
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| Yeah they wanna keep us low down
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| Yeah they wanna keep us low down
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| Yeah
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| Mama would have killed me (Christ)
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| Stepdaddy would have killed me (Islam)
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| If they both knew I chose a side
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| That would put me off up in a ride
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| With bloodthirsty killers inside
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| For my nigga Scoob, riding with the whoopty whop
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| To try to shoot the block then when the Uzi flocks
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| And this nigga named Crazy one day robbed my homie with his babies
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| For a lot of gravy God saved we
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| Found nobody to put on the news
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| Flame scatter brain splatter look like Jamba Juice
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| And we all intelligent but this shit is irrelevant
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| When they rob a real one for the hell of it
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| Yeah we gonna shoot
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| Cause we coming from the ghetto
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| Where you can die over jealousy or dinero
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| Women not having had extended like a sombrero
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| KC we never hesitating to let the metal go
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| And they bring us down to they level (demons)
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| And they taking fifty rounds from a rebel
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| That’s the sound of the Devil’s (semen)
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| Spreading round making little ones
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| And mamma’s on the ground cause they killed her son, grieving
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| Yeah I chose a side but I flow now
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| It don’t matter Nina, it can still be a showdown
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| Anywhere you go now
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| So you better stand yo ground
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| Cause they don’t wanna see you climbing
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| They wanna keep you low down
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| Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
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| Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
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| Oh
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| Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
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| Oh
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| Oh
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| Yeah they wanna keep us low down
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| Yeah they wanna keep us low down
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| Yeah they wanna keep us low down
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| Yeah they wanna keep us low down
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| Yeah
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| They wanna see me falling like the rain drops
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| It’s not that I won’t, that I can’t stop
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| Keep my brain locked on the game
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| Put the pad away when the paint stop
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| Cause they don’t care if you slang rocks
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| All on the same block
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| Even if you’re in Adelaide or in Bangkok
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| Bussin, spreading your city name like Chiddy Bang
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| But really they were sleeping and unaware of what it became
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| What will it take
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| I’m building my way into real estate
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| While you Philly steak children get really baked
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| I’m here to facilitate a setting to celebrate over Dilla J
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| Silver gorilla, mister vanilla face kill the brake
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| A beat drop and you feel the bass, exhilarating
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| Sleep on me, I’ll slip in your pillowcase
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| They want to mitigate the buzz that we generate
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| And give us as little pay as possible any given day
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| They want us low down, dirty and shitty shame
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| Cause if anybody profound go head and give me fame
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| Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
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| Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
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| Oh
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| Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
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| Oh
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| Oh
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| Yeah they wanna keep us low down
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| Yeah they wanna keep us low down
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| Yeah they wanna keep us low down
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| Yeah they wanna keep us low down
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| Yeah |