| KnowhatI’msayin, take you on this lyrical high real quick
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| Nineteen ninety three exoticness
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| KnowhatI’msayin, let’s get technical
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| Where’s your bone at, get up on that shit aight
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| Yo!
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| Started off on the island, AK Shaolin
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| Niggaz whylin, gun shots thrown the phone dialin
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| Back in the days of eight now, makin a tape now
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| Rae gotta get a plate now
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| Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one
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| Till I got (BAM! BAM!) thrown one
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| Yeah, my pops was a fiend since sixteen
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| Shootin' that (that's that shit!) in his blood stream
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| That’s the life of a crimey, real live crimey
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| If niggas know the half is behind me
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| Day one, yo, growin all up in the ghetto
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| Now I’m a weed fiend, jettin the Palmetto
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| In Medina, yo no doubt the God got crazy clout
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| Pushin the big joint from down South
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| So if you’re filthy stacked up
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| Betta watch ya back and duck
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| Cause these fiends they got it cracked up
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| Now my man from up north, now he got the law
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| It’s solid as a rock and crazy salt
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| No jokes, I’m not playin, get his folks
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| Desert Eagle his dick and put 'em in a yolk (AAH!)
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| And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop
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| I pointed a gat at his mother’s knot
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| (Yo, Rae, don’t do that shit, man! Don’t do that shit!)
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| Fuck that
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| Dedicated to the winners and the losers
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| (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
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| Dedicated to all jeeps and land cruisers
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| (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
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| Dedicated to the Y’s, 850-I's
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| (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
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| Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys
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| (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
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| Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ax
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| (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
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| Dedicated to MPV’s phat!
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| (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
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| Nigguh, yeah, yeah!
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| Yo!
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| Kickin the fly cliches
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| Doin duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day
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| Though I’m tired of bustin off shots havin to rock knots
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| Runnin up in spots and makin shit hot
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| I’d rather flip shows instead of those
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| Hangin on my living room wall
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| My first joint, and it went gold
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| I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade
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| Plus the spot light
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| Gettin my dick rubbed all night
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| I wanna have me a phat yacht
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| And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops
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| But for now, it just a big dream
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| Cause I find myself in the place where I’m last seen
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| My thoughts must be relaxed
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| Be able to maintain
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| Cause times is changed and life is strange
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| The glorious days is gone, and everybody’s doin' bad
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| Yo, mad lives is up for grabs
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| Brothers, passin away, I gotta make wakes
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| Receivin all types of calls from upstate
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| Yo, I can’t cope with the pressure
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| Settlin for lesser
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| The god left lessons on my dresser
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| So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way
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| Continue to make hits with Rae and A
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| Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime
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| (Peace to mankind Ghostface carry a black nine, nigga
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| Word up
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| It’s on like that)
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| (Can it be that it was all so simple then) |