{"I-I-I-I-Incredible"}
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[cut-n-scratched repeatedly]
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"Stop, playin"
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[Bun B]
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I'm the one man army Bun B (B) I've never been taken out (out)
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I keep MC's breakin out (out)
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I'm bringin real rap back and takin the fakin out
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I'm clearin all the bullshit out the way to make a vacant route (route)
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Okay, now let the real niggaz roll through (through)
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That's goin for you new niggaz and the old too (too)
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It was some bullshit then, and it's some bullshit now
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So I'm just tryin to keep the bullshit down
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They say the rap game (game) needs balance to keep it level (level)
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Just like the EQ with the bass, mid and treble (treble)
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And yeah that's true, but if you wanna point blame (blame)
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Just be careful about the motherfuckin way you aim (aim)
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You blame radio, internet and politics ('tics)
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But see we all really know that's just a pile of shit (shit)
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You're not playin cause your music ain't hittin (hittin)
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The people don't like you, stop hatin, start quittin motherfucker
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[Chorus: Bun B]
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You sayin you're the man, that's the kid in you (kid in you)
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Because we knowin what you did and what you didn't do (didn't do)
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It's not the shit you say, it's the shit you not sayin (sayin)
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You know better, show better, step it up and stop playin
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{[scratched:] "Stop, playin"} Stop playin
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{[scratched:] "Stop, playin"} Stop playin
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[scratched:] "Stop, stop"
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You know better, show better, step it up and stop playin
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[Royce Da 5'9"]
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Niggaz be lyin, talkin 'bout they bust a heater
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Once I see 'em they be more like Justin Bieber
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Leave it, my rivals' underground
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Like Skyzoo's how I do, I'll have 'em layin on the ground
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bleedin, butt-naked with a bullet
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in his motherfuckin head like Erykah Badu
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I find irony in bein in the place where
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I'm wearin (Gucci Mane) gettin white-boy (WASTED)!
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I tell a nigga break bread or take lead
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I'm tryin to get rid of this weight, K-Fed
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Me and Bun got a gangsta bond
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We like that once-in-a-lifetime thang to you that ain't the prom
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I'm not a fan of no man, I'm not (Stan)
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Flow like Niagara, that's why they go God (dam)
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I whip it up in the kitchen like pots and pans
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I'm God-like, when I'm prayin I should stand
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[Chorus]
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[Redman]
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Yes sir, yo Bun B I got this
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Yes sir, awwwwwww
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No rapper can rap, quite like I can
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I'll take your best-known rapper, and make him a fan
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I'm the man homeboy, we run the block
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I'll make you say "Go Reggie" and do the wop
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Ha ha, and I'm Doc, the nigga to hate
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And my flow and yo' swag, it don't relate
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Cause I'm GRRREAT, jewels like Frosted Flakes
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Light-skinned, just one shade darker than Drake
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I hold weight, when the camera rollin
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It's like golf how I got the (US Open)
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Nigga I'm nice, I see you scopin
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Think twice before you move that close in
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That's my dosage, call me tomorrow
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Look so fly when you call me a barber
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E'rything I write, call me the author
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Baby I'm back, sorry I lost ya
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[Chorus]
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Stop Playin'
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| Bun B |
