Tonart: B minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Uh, y 'all know what time it
is,
Em
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and justice for all, lil' brother, it's that time again,
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Em
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time to get loose, time to give it to em, we gon' keep doin' our thing,
get it right to the people, yeah
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Let's get it going, let's get it going, yo
Get a drum or some, pipe down,
get a plum or some
You a checkin' out
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Assassinator, a lame duck, spawn ticker
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Got the gang tucked like a cummerbund
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Young C, we got another one
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Givin' these niggas an other run
For they money, um
Em
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G
The crap table when them dice get hot
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Fontaine's, it's your shop,
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People wanna ass tape, why you so mad?
I say it's cause comfortable niggas
like you ain't mad enough
Em
The war for our minds just intensified
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We got bigger fish to fry,
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niggas so battered up
G
We on the battlefield with
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Pretty soon your own thoughts
gon' be contraband
Em
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They can harass, arrest, abuse,
and try to knock us
Em
But as long as we got breath,
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man, they can't stop us
A dedication to all the DJs
Em
Keepin' our music alive
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All the people want that real hip -hop
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G
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all over the world
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Em
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G
Em
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Fuck outta here,
I just started getting mine
Niggas got their hands out
like the Allstate sign
Em
We were there when I
was down to my luck
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Now they begging for change
Them niggas came with a squeegee
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G
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I never wanted to fight in the dust
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Table turned, I'm the man now
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Bitches fighting over the fuck
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See the best in the Yorkers in the South
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I gained a few pounds,
G
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now the overweight love
is in the house
Shades on, I'm ready to stunt,
ladies love me
You couldn't pay abroad
enough money to front
Em
Not just handsome, this nigga is nice
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I was a thriller way before Michael Jackson
teamed up with Vincent Rice
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You mad and you ready to fight?
I bust 50 of your face on both sides
till you resemble a knife
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look at wounds and bounce
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Em
Sean Don, that's a real cover name
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when the winner was an nounced
Yo, six and yet to reach my peak
Most niggas max out one year in the street
Em
So you made a lil' tape, got a lil' pape
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Nigga think he straight till he taste the feet
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I see you in the mall next week,
not a peep
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Sellin' back chains cause
your ass can't eat
Em
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Listen, the game ain't built for the weak
I'ma Robby Cole,
we don't turn to other cheap
The most consistent, most complete
And still I got niggas tryna
play me cheap
Em
That ain't a good look,
you ain't heard I'm a good cook
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And keep plenty recipes in my rap book
G
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Most shook when they hear my name
It must be the skill,
cause I'm lackin' in fame
Em
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G
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There's plenty areas I can place the blame
Em
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I wouldn't be a man if I asked for change
I'd like to thank all them people
that's been ridin' and sup
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portin' lil' brother
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for the past 5, 6 years
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Also wanna thank all them hatin'
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motherfuckers
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That's been downin' us
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for the past 5, 6 years
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Ha, I love it, I love it, I love it
Outro 1
Yeah, yeah
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