| C’mon ah what? |
| Ah, what?
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| C’mon, ah, what? |
| Ah, what?
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| C’mon, c’mon, ah, what?
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| Ah, 1 Life 2 Live, what?
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| Ah, what?
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| (1 Life)
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| Live, huh? |
| Yeah
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| Y’all cats ain’t ready, I’m just too much
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| When I was young, my mamma said I used to cuss too much
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| If I ain’t known you twenty years, I don’t trust you much
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| Roll with nuthin' but thugs and hustlers, yeah
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| I don’t care if they crackin' down
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| I’mma drug graduate without the caps and gowns
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| I used to have a thing for buying gats and pounds
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| And I laugh in my rhymes cuz you cats is clowns
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| (Babe Blue)
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| Smash you down, patch you down
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| We take yo guns and we blast yo' round
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| Pass the crown to the new female king
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| This is real dog, you nuthin' but a Lee Nail thing
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| (1 Life)
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| Like the end of the world
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| We put it all to a stop and
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| Chicken heads and dimes, yeah, they all gon' flock
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| And you go against us and you all gonna flop
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| When we reign, you gon' need more than a mop
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| (All)
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| 1 — Can’t nobody do it like we do
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| (What what what what what)
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| Can’t nobody do it like we do
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| (What what what what)
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| Can’t nobody do it like we do
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| (What what what what what)
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| Can’t nobody do it like y’all do
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| (What what what what)
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| When we spit, yo we never run outta rounds
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| This is lifeball not football, you outta bounds
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| Since some of you people’s houses I be cruisin' around
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| Slow it down cuz I think that I’m losing you now
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| For those that’s not lost, tell y’all hoe’s to stop
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| Cuz the union is in here, toast it up When they shoot you suppose to duck
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| Look at them by the bar posing drunk
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| (Say what?)
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| (Babe Blue)
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| We don’t care who we toast in here
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| We get you for how much you gross this year
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| You not a punk, you suppose to fear
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| Better not come out until the coast is clear
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| (1 Life)
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| Totin' beer, you hatin', sayin' how they get a deal that fast
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| But even without this rap game I still have cash
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| My mommy wears a money wiz, I’m trickin' buying Vickey Secret
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| Just to cover her punani hair
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| Repeat 1
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| (Lil' Man)
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| Uh oh, you didn’t think I was coming
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| My people can’t stand for the little man
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| To rock without or with bad
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| I can determine what chu gon' do Are ya gon' play it? |
| Are ya gon' move?
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| The party ain’t gon' start if ya don’t dance
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| I don’t care if you leave, but you still be my man
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| I don’t get mad over silly pettyness
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| I say to hell with it, say oh well with it Timbaland is known watch him make ya move ya feet
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| Make dope beats, rhyming sound so unique
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| His Beats are like Sean Archer and Caster Troy
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| Ya need the same identity to find how he soars
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| He’s the wicked man, the wicked just begun
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| Call him Timbaland the resurrection
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| Clear-ese
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| Don’t try to hide from ya fear
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| Clear-ese
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| Don’t ya hear the set got in ya ear?
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| Clear-ese
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| This is the love man you’re talking to Clear-ese
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| His beats are dope, I try to tell you
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| Can’t nobody see us in the nine eight
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| Or the nine nine
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| (Freaky freaky)
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| You’re late
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| (Freaky) You’re late
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| (Freaky) You’re late
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| (Hey girls and guys)
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| You’re late
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| Repeat 1
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| Repeat 1
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| Like y’all, the public
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| Is y’all the public
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| Ya do it so well
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| This goes out to y’all
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| Quiet Storm, Z-man
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| 1 Life 2 Live
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| Little Man
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| Wanna thank y’all
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| For makin' us Who we are today |