We on a brand new page. (Uh.) Millennium days,
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desperation on the streets gotta find a new way
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Keep the mics and choke holds. The saga unfolds
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Machavellian approaches executed by the coach
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I'm in these streets like a ghost
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The air-jettin' artist
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To the love, I hit 'em right plus I hit the hardest, man
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I got a whole new approach for the rhymin'
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You cherry cats slide, I'm holdin out for the Heisman
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Uh! You play the rappin' roll
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I take the rap and sold,
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and intertwine it wit' mine and turn a half to whole
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I'm just a genie in a Jack bottle
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Them fake ballin'-ass cats is just a wack model
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This joint knocks wit' the force of a gat throttle
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I live by 'You put it out, we get it back' motto
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Hey. But who around but just your average reproduction, love
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Rap is gettin' lose so all the ice is screamin' 'Thug'
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What the hell is wrong? I'm askin' in this song
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One time I smoked hash out of the hippies' bong
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One of us is goin' laid 'cause I ain't gettin' played
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I leave you right inside that shitty-ass bed you made
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and walk along chuggin' Baller's Brains, rockin' rings
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and things and just waitin' for white rains
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I got the drive, dog. I hope the dogs' ready
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My mentality on dime chicks is stay sweaty
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Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
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Get your (It's the Ummah for all time.) wait up.
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Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
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Get your (The Ummah forevea!) wait up.
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Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
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Get your (GET YOUR WAAAIIIIIIIIIIT...) wait up.
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Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
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Get your (..UP! UP! UP! UP! Yo! ) wait up.
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You wanna shoot dice or wanna shoot rounds?
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Wanna sell rhymes or wanna sell pounds?
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The decision is yours. I'd rather see tours,
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get chicks wit' ghetto shit fallin' out they drawers
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My team stay posted. They stay roasted
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Niggas who all in it had a hard knock livin'
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Administra, rhyme minista, illa treasura
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You didn't know that your man was a legend, huh?
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Embonishment for the both of you
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I hit the road and I take my whole fuckin' crew
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cause I'm a Queens cat. (True.) To the G's cat.
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Gettin' money for more than one needs cat.
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Condition never peers and mind stands out
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From Seattle to South Beach my joint: grand clout
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It's the street commentator, providin' you wit' data
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on how to live unique and it's really not neat. We gotta...
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Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
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Get your (Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.) wait up.
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Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
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Get your (Brand new shit, huh.) wait up.
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Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
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Get your (GET YOUR WAAAIIIIIIIIIIT...) wait up.
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Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
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Get your (..UP! UP! UP! YEAH! HA-HAA...) wait up.
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And all the fellas go, 'Yeah, yeah, yeah.'
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And all my ladies go, 'Uh, uh, uh.'
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And all the fellas go, 'Yeah, yeah, yeah.'
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And all the ladies go, 'Uh, uh, uh.'
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Fellas go, 'Where you at?'
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Ladies go, 'Yo, come back!'
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Fellas go...ladies go...
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Fellas go...ladies...yo...
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A mellow disposition even when it's pain
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Your mental ammunition is faulty wit' a drain
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I puts it down, Lord, Fuck a mic cord
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Brother's out of his game so we can see tours
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The innovator - your man still a hater
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The Abstract imprint, it stays like a Smint
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I got the masses cold, wigglin' and shakin' they ass
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Ma, you betta get involved and do it real fast
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Wait Up
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