| «They just stare and whisper wherever I go
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| They just stare and whisper, now everyone knows»
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| They just «stare and whisper»
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| Police is watching, the streets is talking
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| «Now everyone knows»
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| That I’m a rapper, dude, that’s what they notice first
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| And that my rapping crew makes situations worse
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| So I can I give my view on how you give us views?
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| Like we just rap, hoop, talk loud and barbecue
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| Man, they don’t hear the dude, they all skip the message
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| You perplexed with my complexion, man, get to stepping
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| And they don’t know that I’m close to a deal
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| They get a counterfeit marker on my $ 5 bill
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| I wear my hat the the side, roll with a couple of thugs
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| Bump my shit in the ride, turn it all the way up
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| Call a cutie a honey, call a hoochie a ho
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| Middle fingers to the cops, yeah, you already know
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| I wear a do-rag to lay down my waves, but somehow
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| They turn that around to I’m in a gang
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| Instead of staring, just try to wave and say, 'Hi'
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| And keep moving, cause I’mma do me and stay fly
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| They just
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| «They just stare and whisper wherever I go
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| They just stare and whisper, now everyone knows»
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| They just «stare and whisper»
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| Police is watching, the streets is talking
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| «Now everyone knows»
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| Rappers are culture killers, we got the vultures with us
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| We tell the world that we cold killers and drug dealers
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| I’m so iller and realer than most
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| Feel it, I’m killing the flow
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| And still you’ll be feeling the ghost within ya
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| And I’ll be damned if I let some label choose my look
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| You can’t describe me through the pictures in you’re rapping books
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| You can’t allow the money stacking in my platinum jeans
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| Allow you to think that you know me in the magazines
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| Just allow the scene and the songs I bring
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| X out the thoughts you brought and describe to the V
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| Don’t allow my status being king of the city
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| Take your perception quickly
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| Cause I’m a gentleman like Mr. Bentley
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| Sometimes I don’t want to be bothered with talk
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| And like, «How can I get on?» |
| I just hear it too often
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| So when I say I’m busy, guess I’m being unfair
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| I bet I’ll make my way to Heaven with all of these Stans
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| They just
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| «They just stare and whisper wherever I go
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| They just stare and whisper, now everyone knows»
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| They just «stare and whisper»
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| Police is watching, the streets is talking
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| «Now everyone knows» |