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Verse 1 - 2pac (DJ Bizzy)
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They finally did it (whats that?)
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They stole the mic i grip
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Now that its Gone (whats wrong?)
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I'm feelin' tired and sick
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(How did they do it?) I don't know I wasnt sleepin that long
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When i woke up (what happened brotha?)
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My Microphone was gone
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First I paniced (how?)
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I put the cops on the case
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But they was stumped (damn)
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Without a clue or a trace
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So as sure a smoking cigarettes is bad for your health
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If i want my microphone back i'll do it my self
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So I picked up the phone (For what?)
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I called Dizzy (Whats up?)
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My Mics gone (Wurd?)
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Lets get Busy
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Before I told Dizzy what I wanted to Do
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He was over at my house with the TMS crew
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He said (Word is out on every mouth on the street
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Now that its gone its not long 'til your beat)
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And then it hit me (DAMNNN)
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I got a battle at 6
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With out my microphone
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I'm guaranteed to get whipped
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Ya might think its unbelievable
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But word to the strength
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When it comes to rockin rhymes
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Im a musical nimth
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They Gave me other mics
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But yo it wasn't no use
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I tried to rock it (one-two one-two)
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But I couldn't get loose
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I said forget it
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Ya microphone or not
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And I got to do this
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Give it all that I got (Yo what if ya loose?)
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It'd be the first time I lost
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But if I beat 'em it'd finally prove that I'm the boss
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I grabbed my leather jacket
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Walked through the streets
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Was hopin and payin
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Strictly dope won't get beat
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I begin to get hyped
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I was ready to fight
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Yo I was confident that I win
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To hell with the mic!
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I hop on to the stage
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Dizzy started the beat
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The sucka shivered
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Because he tasted defeat
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Then I signaled to Dizzy
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Bust a rhyme wit my head
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Perpetrator fell back (HA!)
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And then he was dead
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I was happy as hell
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'Cause I was lucky that night
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Put my hand in my pocket
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And there was my mic
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haha
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(now why you tell em that?)
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The case of the misplaced mic
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Verse 2 2pac (Rock T)
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I'm down with Strictly Dope
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(so?) That means I'm more than you can handle
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(hot?) I'm hotter than the wax from a candle
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(me?) That's Rock T he's my microphone companion
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(Lyrics?) Full of knowledge truth and understandin'
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(hobbies?) Rappin' is my only recreation
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(retire?) Ya must be on some kind of medication
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(why!?) Cuz I'll never loosin up my mic grip
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(drugs?) Never cuz i'm livin on the right tip
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(Sex?) Only with my girl becasue I love her
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(Babies?) Impossible I always use a rubber
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(board?) Rarely 'cause I'm keepin' myself busy
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(scratch?) Nah, I leave the cuttin' up to Dizzy
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The Case Of The Misplaced Mic 2
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| 2Pac |
