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Ah yeah
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I like the way this is happenin
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This's one of them Uptown stories
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Just check it out
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[ VERSE 1 ]
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At once upon a time I was down in the dumps
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Wasn't really makin loot, troops played me like a chump
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Everybody else had cribs and cars
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I used to be a star, but I wasn't gettin far
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I had a lotta girls, now I don't have none
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Even my Undercover Lover said, "Later, Sun"
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Whatever happened to the fans that loved me so much?
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I didn't fall off, I know I didn't lose my touch
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My money got lower and my friends got lesser
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My beeper wasn't beepin, so I kept it on the dresser
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At home, what's the use, I was dead on juice
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But at one time I was kickin like Bruce
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What goes up must come down
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Jumpin on the 2 train and maintain Downtown
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Brothers who ran to me now run from me
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My wears was worn out, my kicks looked bummy
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I couldn't get a job, yo, they thought I was jokin
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Started losin weight and niggas said I was smokin
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Never that, but I was livin fat
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Then again, I had to tighten up a notch on my hat
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Money was a problem, women was a problem
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Family couldn't help em, friends couldn't solve em
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I hit rock bottom, spent my last dime
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Wasn't doin jack once upon a time
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[ CHORUS ]
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Once upon a, once upon a, once upon a time
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Once upon a time not long ago(2x)
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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Once upon a time things really looked all in
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Way back then, but I recall y'all when
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Shit got hectic, I didn't lose faith
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Before I had ki's, now I couldn't get a eight
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Not even on consignment, my game wasn't good
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So I snapped outta that, called Boy in the Hood
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Big shot, notorious, undercover gangster
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Four fly brothers I can really give thanks to
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Run my own company, Money Bag Records
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Now I'm makin moves like a king in checkers
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I'm back with [Name] in the land of milk and honey
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So later for the bitches, now it's all about the money
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The kids with the cars who couldn't come and get me
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Because of what I'm drivin they be strivin to get with me
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And ehm, I know the flava, now they caught the vaps'
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Gold went the 12 inch, platinum went the tapes
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Rappers used to say 'what's up' and keep movin on
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Today they wanna jock me (Hey yo, what up, Sun Born?)
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But when I wasn't makin noise they forgot I emcee
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So I flipped it 'strictly business' like EPMD
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It doesn't matter what they say about me now, cause I got it good
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I'm the man, fuck the Boys in the Hood
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Oh, you're my man now, partners in crime?
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All that's dead, cause that was once upon a time
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[ CHORUS ]
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[ VERSE 3 ]
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Rich man, poor man, beggar man, door man
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Open my door, I'm a star once more, and
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Life is twice as nice with juice in my cup
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Like the Jefferson's I'm movin on Up-
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town in pursuit of the loot and the boots
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I'm a one man group, so to hell with the troops
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Remembered Sun-Dulah, now they call him Big Willie
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Respect came quick I'm like [Name] from _The Bully_
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Gettin mad respect, and I collect P.C.
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Every week I come around, clowns hit me with a g
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The world was yours, now it's mine, cause I took it back
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All jeweled up, muthafucka, what you lookin at?
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Now I be dissin, before you wouldn't listen
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Now you work for me and don't breathe without permission
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Once upon a time I was down in the dumps
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Today I'm livin large as if my last name was Trump
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This piece goes out to my brother J.R. Gumbs
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And everybody who shitted on him
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And it also goes out to me
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And everybody who shitted on me
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But understand one thing
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Like they can't keep a good man down
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Just to let you know
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This goes out to the meadow
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From strictly ghetto
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They shit, dirt
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They always gon' be dirt
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And they still dirt
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Dirt-ass
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Once Upon a Time
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| King Sun |
