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Never has it been so sweet to your ear
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So lend it here and let go your fear
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And give a green light to the man on the mic
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And keep this beat cause it's just my type
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And I'll ride the rhythm like a black cowboy
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And I'ma get busy for y'all to enjoy
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Whether dancefloor jeep or the comfort of your home
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I'm kickin somethin out your back that rhymes with comb
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Flippin the script because I used to be with Stet
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But when shit got heck, had to step and keep the rep
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Pack a forty ounce brew, leave it out it gets flat
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So I'm comin freely in ninety-three with the fact
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Okedoke supportin, a shoutout to the Hortons
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and Burrells for supportin all the wars that we fought in
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And now it's time for me to sorta claim my fame so
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Please don't ask the question how low can you go
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And as for traditional rappers and MC's
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The Godfather sings please please please
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to your parents, so I'ma sing a song to you
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You're either friend or foe, so whatcha gonna do
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Cause I'm
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(flowin in file with a new style) -- 2X
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In ninety-three I'm (flowin in file with a new style)
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Give it to me I'm (flowin in file with a new style)
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A special shout goes out to East New York
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Brownsville, Bed-Stuy, Crown Heights, Redhook, Ft. Greene
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Styles upon styles, but I don't think so
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Cause people only rock one style at a time
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If you with it, as long as the Daddy has been
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You learn that people gotta p-ay for the rhyme
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They called the one eighty seven on a undercover cop
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But the vest was bulletproof, so the cop didn't drop
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My brother Ice-T couldn't take it no more
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So he got with Sister Souljah and they bumrushed the store
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Cube was inside yellin dirty Korean
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Turned around looked for Yo but the cops didn't see her
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Cause she eased to the back after checkin around
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To get with Chuck Norm and Flav to Shut Em Down
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News caught on, but Don't Believe the Hype
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Only fools would believe that Rakim is on the pipe
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Cause he stomped to the 90's singin songs of Tennessee
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And Luke's sippin daquiris in Miami
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And we're rollin, couldn't keep a good rap down
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And if it hurts ya, we don't wanna nurture
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that of which you fear, so I'ma leave it up to you
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Is it a new Daddy-O, or Daddy-O gettin new
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I know you thought that if I kept back
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I would stick to producin so the wack will get fat
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But no way, no how, and no cigar
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So do I call out your name or do you know who you are
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Cause I'm
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In ninety-three I'm (flowin in file with a new style)
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Bustin em up I'm (flowin in file with a new style)
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Now break it down for me
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Oh Daddy oh Daddy where have you been
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Well I built a studio in Brooklyn
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And as far as rappin, no I didn't give up hope
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And yo Erick and Parrish Das EFX is dope
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And to Muggsy, comin out of 7A3
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Props on Cypress Hill and the House of P
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And though I never met him, and Flint is not my home
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Shout out goes to the brother with the Breedy on the chrome
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And yes I get with this, so Black Sheep is a fave
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And to X-Clan thank you for the road that you paved
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To the Abstract, Phifer, and the True Fu-Schnick
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And a LONG shout out, goes out to Slick Rick
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I still love ya Biz, but clear ya samples bro
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And to Big Treach and Naughty, keep talkin bout the ghetto
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To CL and Pete makin beats for the streets
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And to Main Source, makin fakes pay the cost
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To Premier and Guru, and every other crew
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catches wreck, as Showbiz and A.G.'ll say to you
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Give it all you got, and take it from your coach
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Enemies I'm crushin like a roach, cause I'm
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In ninety-three I'm (flowin in file with a new style)
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For your mom I'm (flowinin file with a new style)
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