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Real *echoes*
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Chorus: samples 4X
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"Bust it rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what they know about this?)
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"When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" ---> Keith Murray
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"Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it (what they know about
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this?)
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"When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" ---> Keith Murray
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[Verse One]
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I'm rockin shit, packin shit, while stackin shit
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If anyone steps up askin shit, I'm blastin shit
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You gone phase me, but swingin like Peter Parker
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Motherfuck the shop, I'll wreck the Goddamn barber
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Forget your dreams about being with fans hugged up
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You couldn't be a dope MC if you said his rhymes drugged up
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I told you once, but you forget so here's a flashback
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"You couldn't be shit, if you came out my asscrack"
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Stop frontin kid, you know you ain't paid
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And the only mic/Mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in first grade
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Ain't nothin lyrical about you but your lies
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So cut the shit, cause its startin to draw flies
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You're played like my five-year old's newborn toys
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Don't know shit about Chicago, but I could still make Illa Noyz
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Like Robin Leech I display stylish ways
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Thats rough like my face when I haven't shaved in days
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Listen up, all these words take heed
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When I cock and squeeze, no more MC's breathe (none)
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I'm sick of this, here's my final dis
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Fuck you dumb niggaz you ain't shit like this
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Chorus: 2X
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[Eminem]
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My Smith and Wessy got you layin in some alley messy
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Got your family lookin for your ass on Sally Jesse
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We squash beef in the mo', when you ain't breathin no more
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Leavin your skull split like Steven Seagal
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Let the cat out, flat out, Detroit's a mad house
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So I don't get offended when I hear my city badmouthed
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We quick to pull the gat out and set it
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And leave you with more shit missin than a Lil' Kim radio edit
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Stick up kids be tryin to live paid
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You get your grill sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage
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Get the guage, cock it back, empty your pockets, Jack
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Or I'ma send you flyin like a rocketpack
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Murder you for a bag of chips and a chocolate snack
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Break into your crib still your shit and lock it back
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Ten-year old kids be standin on the block with gats
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Just for livin nowadays'll get you flocked with bats
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Where I'm from...yaknow what'm sayin?, that's some old Detroit shit
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y'all wouldn't know about that shit, though. Less you come
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to my city, ya know what'm sayin? See where we live,
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cause we shine
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Chorus: 2X
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[Hush]
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MC's put Detroit up in they rap songs
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Cause without us there careers wouldn't last long
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So like a generation we've been passed on
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Now its our time to shine, put your glasses on
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Got these A & R's and labels with binoculars
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Lookin in, jockin us and not jockin yours
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Too many groups follow trends, unoriginal
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Usin loops that transcend every bitch in you
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Don't ever try to say this is a ghost town
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One million rappers in this bitch, they need to slow down
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Evualute the situation, all the rest are killers
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Fly hoes out on Jefferson with the drug dealers
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Two years in the joint, nobody's touchin Hush
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Try to say you'll put us down, but your under us
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Now who the fuck are you? its just coincidental
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When your rhyme your even worse than the instrumental
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Your just a phone-tapper with no backbone
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Talkin shit, I got a clique that only pack chrome
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Have your ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit
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Next time you'll think twice of who you fuckin wit
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Chorus: 3 and 1/4
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We Shine
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| Da Ruckus f/ Eminem |
