Kunci: Db major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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I gets banned if I do, gets banned if I don't
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So sometimes I will and sometimes I won't
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(sometimes I won't)
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Puff mad stick, crack a forty down the back
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Sit fat and relax and plan my
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Not the one to test, I possess mad finesse
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hittin' urban concrete (hittin' urban concrete)
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I'm the man, untestable
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With the extraterrestrial
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pop the top on the forty ounce bottle
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I'm not the one to follow,
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money grip and my Glock
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Only spits when I react to the bullshit
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So give me room to breathe
and get up off deez
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And save the confessions for Jesus
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Plus I don't need to hear no sorrow
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F it, the sun will still come out tomorrow
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Long as I'm breathing, needing,
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even like Steven
cheese and
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Boogie Down Bronx major
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My behavior is mad ill if you front
Verse 2
You know what I want
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(What you want,
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Nine?) Fat beats for my rhymes
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Nine?) Mad clips for my nines
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Nine?) An ill posse
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And my name up in lights, N- I- N- E
Verse 3
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I'ma let you know how I feel on the real
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I pack steel, it's like a jungle,
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makes me wonder where my heel
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Hits the bricks, skips the dog shit,
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Temper like Rowdy Roddy Piper,
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Stretch you like a copper
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Stoppa, stoppa, but you can't stop me
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just watch me blow up the spot, G
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Came a long way from back in the day
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We did it for no pay, just rhymin',
hit the hay and
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Sleep, wake up, write another rhyme
drop the beat one time
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That's when shit was real,
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Just a homie, mics and wheels of steel
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amp plugged in the street light
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Everything right, jam over, street fight
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Back to the lab, I grab my pen and pad
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Raw lyrics make a sore and a scab
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Had no dinero, enough get fo'
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A forty ounce, a nickel bag to get nice
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Now I might make a million,
and still, son
Verse 4
you know what I want
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(What you want,
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Nine?) Fat beats for my rhymes
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Nine?) Mad clips for my nines
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(What you want, Nine?) An ill posse
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And my name up in lights,
Interlude 1
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Verse 5
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the mansion and the yacht
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Brand new Glock non- stop hip- hop
lampin' on my dresser
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The God ain't no lesser as the
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pressure comes to test ya
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nuff reasons like Philip Bailey
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original, shit is phenomenal
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put the pedal to the metal
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treat you like a whack rhyme and erase ya
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Right off the paper, roll a big fat spliff
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Four- fifth on the hip,
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Heineken in the grip, shit, I'm ready
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Get the keys for the Jeep, let's bounce
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get some brews and sing the blues with the
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Funkmaster Flex cassette in the deck
I'm in effect, I move my neck
Oh, what a feeling,
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I'm on the wheels of steel and
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I snatch up some skins for some sexual
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Erything's kosher, copacetic, groovy,
Soothes me,
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I'm letting off like an Uzi
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The first steps a doozy, you bruised me
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Now I'm choosy before I start
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to freak it like a floozy
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I wanna get big, get paid, true stunt
Verse 6
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Nine?) Fat beats for my rhymes
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Nine?) Mad clips for my nines
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(What you want, Nine?) An ill posse
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And my name up in lights, N- I- N- E
Outro 1
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