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[hispanic voice same as "Intro" from _In My Lifetime Vol. 1_]
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What you think you like me? You ain't like me *motherfucker*
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You a punk
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I been with MANY people.. CONNEC TED people
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Who you been wit? Chain snatchin ? mardi gol *motherfuckers*
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Why don't you go get lost
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Get out of here go kick a freestyle or somethin
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[Jay Z]
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You're now tuned into the greatest
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*Motherfuckers* can't beat us, join us, can't fade us, hate us
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Can't touch it, *fuck it*, can't see em, try to be em
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Both shows sold out your coliseum, 8th Wonder
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Locked rap for trey summers, poker faces with the aces under
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Face one up, to take over, the break's over
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*Nigga* I'm the God MC, me, Jay-hovah
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*Shit* knockin, almost a crime, get Cochran
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Bangin to the hearse where my doctors hand
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hot land, FBI, DEA, I did crime, got away
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They wanna see me pay, *motherfuckers* better ride
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if they try to plant, under the seat of my car
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even a half a gram, better flame those, plainclothes
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Same goes for lame hoes, cocaine rapper
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Rep ya game pros
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[Wais]
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We celebrate this, while you sittin back screamin you hate this
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Try to rape this, get caught in my crime matrix
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Spittin sperm inside of latex
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You get, no respect like a child rapist
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Delegate this, men just givin facelifts
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Leave your melon spacious, career felon, no hiatus
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nor Ceasar's, the CIA flooded my block with diseases
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Informants, heating the spot up like global warming
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Who start *shit*? My style is laced with arsenic
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Odorless tasteless, cause of death is traceless
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I know you wanna see me wasted
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You call the order, I'll be in Hell
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Team Roc sweater and ice water
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Righteous, dominate the global, my life's a novel
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blazin in Barnes and Noble, idolize the vocals
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Y'all niggaz is local but that's evident
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I'm Resident Evil, movin like ?
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[Memphis Bleek]
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Millionaire that flow like water, rap *niggaz* runnin
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I, oughta applaud ya, clap at ya
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Point the Mac at ya, *niggaz* caught up
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Brought up in the rapture, my flows torture
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like a compound fracture, can't *fuck* widdit
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For the love of sex money and drugs
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Affiliated with the sets Tecs honies and thugs
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Let the four power, rain on *niggaz* like a spring shower
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and bring flowers for the bodies that surround us
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If you was lookin you found us
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Movin with speed, tried to play Superman
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ended up like Chris Reeves
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Parapalegic, precise minds like the Pharoah's of Egypt
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Shot through a barrel *niggaz* narrowly reaped it
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Keepin my Team top seeded with the Sweet 16's
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bulgin out of my jeans, on the ten-speed weeded
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Holdin, ? shots with you like a secret
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It's like a story never told, but believe it...
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[Sauce Money]
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Street anthem anchor, quick to trade shots just like a banker
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Lick a round, *niggaz* hit the ground like Sanka
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I got ya screwface in forty-two ways, Aim better
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than toothpaste, Jerry Maguire
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Show Me The Money like Clue tapes
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Run up in your spot with a few eights, zonin
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Known men, home in, all of my homies condone sin
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Four shots spin ya like chrome rims
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Put a part right through your dome like the Omen, foamin
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White sheets got ya wrapped like a Roman
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Back in New York, honey wants it, just spit blood and talk funny
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*Niggaz* is cartoons, picture styles that's fully developed
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like dark rooms, hits fat, cub with a harpoon
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Heat-seekin, grill huntin, still frontin?
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Keep squeezin, *fuck it*, I leave the whole street wheezing
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No *motherfuckers* hope I fail, and gotta provoke the frail
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Got em scared to drop like soap in jail
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[Jay-Z]
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Geyeah, there you have it
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Just think of ours as can't be touched, tested, whatever
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Never disrespect this thing of ours
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Roc-a-Fella family
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Celebration
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| Jay Z/Rell F |
