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chorus
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who been there, who done that
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you got snapped, becuz you still rap
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a million mc'z on this planet earth
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better watch your back and peep the game
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or you will get jerked (2x)
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verse i
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no question the real about d-r-e
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that he's been there had me written ryhme for free
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ain't trying to give a nigga no roy-yal-tee
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make a mil off my shit and give me a few g'z
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since way back when he was with eazy
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stealing credits from snoop and the d.o.c.
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can't forget barney rubbles and the d-a-z
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ain't deshing on his own since 73'
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worldwide
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can't deinied that the fact you lie
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got niggas steady working while you steady jerking
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on the side it's not your style see you know what's really fowl
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these niggas wonder how you do it with a smile
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it's the real not out of the spike
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if it wasn't for suge knight you'll be working for tamica wright
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do your math before the aftermath
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or feel the warth
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i'm kicking for real for the niggas who don't know the half
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chorus
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verse ii
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young black ebenezer scrooge betray us like caeser
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pocket sqeezer gas my head like some good refer
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cuz' a fool gets his dope all slit
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i guess i played the fool and he got what he could get
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but i'm a little wiser now
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so i guess he got to find another pimp-pal
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and jack they style and live off they flows
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he wanted me to fire my manager (what)
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she was asking about my pesos
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doing shit like that, you'll never be the quincey jones of rap
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it only gets you wipe off the map
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you out to screw
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you got my loot i'm gonna sue but if you were true
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you wouldn't do what you do
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but instead you take other niggas ryhmes and beats
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and say you did them becuz you twisted and twick
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j-flex with the real
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comeing from eastside of the crew
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letting the whole fucking world know who
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chorus
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verse iii
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i should be a millionair with mad loot to spear
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but when the chopper told me that the loot wasn't there
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somebody wasn't playing fair
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off my ends dre was bubbleing
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ain't nuthin' goin' on but the fuckin' publishing
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never thought flex could read between the lies
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and when i figure out your plot you act surprise
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you diguise your grieves with a grin
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and yet you got to pay me one day or hit the courtroom once again
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"boolayall"
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pay me my ends or take the fall you dying and indicining but i come raw
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give me the cash and take a foot up yo azz
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and bounce on through
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cuz i'm a let the world know who
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chorus
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Who Been There, Who Done That
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| J. Flex |
