[ VERSE 1 ]
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Here we go, we're on the late night tip
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Master Ace with a tight grip
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Tight enough to hold the crowd, control the loud
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People, they gather to hear a rather proud
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Brother, originator of the Third Power
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Action the posse grows just like a flower
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Check it out, here's the scene
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The nightclub, you know what I mean
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The dancefloor - nuff heads
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Gucci girls, a few tuff dreds
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Homeboys dipped in silky
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Leatherseats in the Benzes often milky
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Cuban link, a lotta Mo? to drink
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Cash spent as fast as you blink
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And all you hear is (do-si-do-do)
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None of these folks are livin low
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They're livin on the (high)
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(High)
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You're postin high
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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Yo, look at slim (word) she's soft as satin
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Livin on the Upper Westside of Manhattan
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She's paid, I mean bucks
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She's got it made and her butler wears a tux
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And look, look at the car that she's drivin
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Before we leave here tonight, watch me get live, and
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Swing it, rope it up and string it
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Open up and sting it...
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O-oh, what's up, you think I'm jokin?
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Just because I'm broke and I came here by a token?
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Yeah aight, sleep and keep snoozin
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Give me a week, in her Benz you'll see me cruisin
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I'll be like, "Yeah, what up, yo?"
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(Yo) "Want a lift to the 3 train?" (Yeah, man...) - no
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Call a cab to come and getcha
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Cause I'm too damn fly to be seen witcha
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I be chillin, livin like the most guy
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Lookin fly, cause I know how to post high
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(High)
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I be postin high
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[ VERSE 3 ]
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Ah, Master Ace, and how are you?
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Enjoy the party? Word, yo, I am too
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So what's your name? Hm, that's kinda different
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I must say hard to spell, I trust - Hey!
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Is that a diamond in your gold front?
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Cute - so is that custom-made Gucci suit
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Cost a lot? Damn, that's kinda steep
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Oh yo, I think you got a beep
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The payphone is right - oh, you got a carphone?
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Go right ahead, I be at the bar alone
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Hurry back, okay? hurry back
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Cause as I look around, these other girls are very wack
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( *humming to the music* )
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Damn, hey yo, what's takin her so long?
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I want us to dance, they just put on my song
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(Yo Ace, there she is) Hey yo, who's that she's with?
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(That's Merlin, he drives a Sterling, he's kinda swift)
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Oh, it's like that? Well, go head, Miss Fly
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I see how you're livin, you're livin on the high
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Post
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(High)
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Yo, she's postin high
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[ VERSE 4 ]
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Alright, alright, maybe you are right
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I need to stay down off the post, because the hype
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Might make me light in the head, so instead
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I stay down on the ground where they frown, cause they're fed
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Because they wanna live a life with glamor
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They hope and hope and hope, but like a hammer
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Reality shatters every single hope
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So what they do, is simply try to cope
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But who can be happy livin in the state of poverty
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Watchin the next man live greater?
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All he ever does is wish for a chance
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Wishin he could buy the suits and the silk pants
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And all she ever does is pray
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That one day she'll have a full-link mink, but hey
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They want somethin for nothin
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You gotta work, jerk, it's not that tough, and
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Wise up, rise up, and then you can size up to the fly
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And wear the clothes of those that post high
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(High)
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Postin high
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Post high - but keep a level mind
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Post high - but never live blind
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Post high - but never make that
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The most important whisker on your cat
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Post high - but never put the next man down
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Post high - but keep your feet on the ground
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Post high -but don't forget your friends
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While you're doin laps in your Benz
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Postin high
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DJ Steady Pace - is postin high
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Mr. Cee - is postin high
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Craig G - is postin high
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King Asiatic - is postin high
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Biz Mark and Cool V - are postin high
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Roxanne Shant?- is postin high
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Postin' High
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| Master Ace |
