| Look
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| Kick rocks if you ain’t never spent no tick tocks
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| On sick blocks
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| Where they simultaneously grip Glocks
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| And yo wrist watch
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| If it’s hot or cold don’t matter
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| Up in the swat if you talk bold
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| Then yo chatter will prolly get met with force my G
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| We live eye for an eye
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| Unfortunately authorities don’t consider minorities priorty
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| So my hood got disorderly
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| Conduct in a construct that they ain’t build
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| So hell
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| I feel 'em
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| Dot on yo head like Krillin
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| If you concealing the feelin' of stopping
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| Even a single schilling from fillin' they pockets
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| Only want the profit
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| Every bar I spit is water
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| My lips a faucet
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| Put every bar upon the altar
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| To reach the cosmics
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| In hopes that when you hear it
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| It shift ya spirit
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| This new sound I’m pioneering
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| Requires sincerest apologies
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| To those who in fear of me
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| Shifting the mindset of my peers
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| Into an atmosphere
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| Where they hear Jah the clearest
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| Ouu
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| 'Cause that’s exactly what I’m gon' do
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| I’ve shown you
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| I don’t maneuver how the clones do
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| If you can’t take when you want
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| That means they own you
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| If you a liar or a thief
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| I’ll never loan you
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| A pretty penny
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| Don’t even mention a dollar
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| Protect yo jimmy from those who simply want commas
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| My hood ain’t friendly
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| They’ll crack yo melon for guava
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| That’s why I keep something near me
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| That make you move like Bachata
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| Ouu
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| That’s why I keep something near me
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| That make you move like Bachata
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| Ouu |