| Go all-star, and get down for yours
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| To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours
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| You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
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| High, lift 'em up high, okay
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| When that adrenaline get in they system
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| It get 'em out on a quest for stardom, could be a motherfuckin problem
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| In Philly, Cincinnati, Los Angeles or Harlem
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| Kids call theyself killers let they hammers do the talkin
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| Don’t even know the meaning of life, ain’t seen a thing
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| And you dream of floodin the scenery with, yeyo and greenery
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| But for now, you stickin her with the heavy machinery
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| Wonder how, you lift it up, be only 17
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| And like e’rybody he wanna shine, young brothers on the grind
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| Holdin somethin in they spine, «Bowling for Columbine»
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| Stressin to me how it’s all about a dollar sign
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| Dig the way you out of line, out of sight and out of mind
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| Up against the clock and damn near out of time
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| «The Tipping Point» has arrived, and that’s the bottom line
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| To all my peoples that’s stars, it’s our time to shine
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| Let’s get 'em up high, c’mon
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| Go all-star, and get down for yours
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| To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours
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| You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
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| High, lift 'em up high, okay
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| Go all-star, and get down for yours
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| To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours
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| You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
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| High, lift 'em up high, okay
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| Yo, ain’t it strange how the newspapers play with the language
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| I’m deprogrammin y’all with uncut slang shit
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| I know some peoples in the party armed and dangerous
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| Twist some cool champagne, I’m goin through changes
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| A grown-ass man, I done paid my dues
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| Learn the rules lil' homey, you could be one too
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| Niggas know, ain’t no tellin' what he gon' do
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| But recognize young bruh, I’mma do it for you
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| You know why? |
| We all stars and we highly evolved
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| Hip-Hop, it’s not pop like Kylie Minogue
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| If it bang, them gettin-busy brothers probably involved
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| In the game, where e’rybody got a shottie to draw
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| I guess you probably a thug, you boss ballin' or what?
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| I can’t call it man, I got the ladies fallin' in love
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| Cause handsome, intelligent, tough — I’m all the above
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| I know you knew it it’s the movement
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| Groove to it while you doin' it up
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| Go all-star, and get down for yours
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| To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours
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| You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
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| High, lift 'em up high, come on
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| Go all-star, and get down for yours
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| To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours
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| You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
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| High, get 'em up high, come on
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| Introducing the band you gotta see to believe
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| He got the mic in his hand, so keep the heat up your sleeve
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| It’s Black Thought, he rockin sharp so the speakers’ll bleed
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| I run a triathlon, you wouldn’t see me fatigued
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| I’m a star, and maybe y’all should cop somethin to be
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| Or trade some of y’all equipment in for somethin you need
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| Cause it’s a, lot of bullshit floodin the scene
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| Where e’rybody’s a star, and hot shit is few and far between
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| We lose the grip of what, garbage mean
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| Shorties wanna be theyself, I know it’s hard to be
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| Don’t wanna do the Ruben Studdard and come off less threatenin
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| Keepin it real’ll kill you if you end up lettin it
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| Ain’t it blowin your mind how the game all in line
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| Now the best, to the rest, we fin' to end up settin it
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| I’d tell you that I was a veteran but it’s evident
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| You act like you want it, you gon' end up gettin it
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| Go all-star, and get down for yours
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| To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours
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| You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
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| High, lift 'em up high, come on
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| Go all-star, and get down for yours
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| To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours
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| You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
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| High, get 'em up high, come on
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| Go all-star, and get down for yours
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| To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours
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| You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
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| High, get 'em up high, come on
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| «Everybody is a star.» |