[Chorus: Busta - singing]
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Branded... scorned is the one who raaaan
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What do you do when your branded? And you know you're a man.
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Wherever you go, for the rest of your life
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You must proooooove, you're a man
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[Verse 1: Busta]
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See now I'm back wit the force, read about the kid
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from the front to the back of The Source
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You see me back on the course
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Scream on every beat untill my voice get crackled and horse
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Front seat niggas never sit in the back wit a boss
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Fuck the fact that it cost, the pricetag of the porche
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Will cost ya life, have ya motha feel an immaculate loss
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*Breath* But of course, come and speak to the best
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And watch me spit a jewel sharper to carve the meat of your flesh
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You lookin weak in the chest, you see the street is a test
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Women on the stoop smokin holdin a seed to they breast
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You see the street is a mess
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Strugglin holdin a couple pounds of weed then the rest
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Now I proceed to the rest of my niggas Keepin it fresh,
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Though we must stay on the grind I supersceded the stress,
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We always seem to finesse from the East to the West,
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You Know we w-w-we keep the teflon from the street to the vest
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Kill that nigga slow like how you get defeated in chess
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Got you under pressure--hairline receaded effects
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Hot air niggas I only feel the heat from your breath,
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Rap niggas beef in they album probably needed the press
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And as a man I never found the slightest need to impress
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Another man because I'm proud and I believe that I'm blessed
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But yo I always found the need to adress these weaker niggas
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That speak to the street always keepin the people abreast
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Now you've been branded...
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2: Busta]
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Higher science and I'm changin the crime in,
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Watch my son cuz you'd be fuckin wit the child of a Giant
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Im in a place stuck between bein lovin and violent, [voice switch]
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Becomin more of a threat when I move subtle and silent,
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Then set it off to be the only one to quiet the riot
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My destiny's the only thing between the sky and the pilot,
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Relate, it's like bustin a 3-8
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Be late, I be takin most of the brick leavin a pile outta shape
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I never quit watchin these niggas try to hide they mistake,
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Takin a shit watchin they body floatin by in the lake
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Make it quick you weak niggas better try to escape,
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And create the quickest way to reach the fire escape.
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Snitch niggas always quick to go and lie on a tape,
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But it's o-k cuz Super Hero niggas die wit a cape,
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It's so great to watch them finally break, stand aside from the fake
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Street niggas gotta slide for the take
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Bein broke and not bein able to buy me a steak
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Stackin my paper so see now I can buy an estate,
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so I rely on the love and I reply to the hate
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So much pain in the struggle my whole body'll ache...come on...
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From the gates, so awake that was the plan of my fate
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Now I'm straight...got me my OWN knife and fork on my plate
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Wanna scorch a debate, wait...do me a favor nigga jus REMEMBER
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The date...cuz you been...
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[Chorus]
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What Do You Do When You're Branded
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| Busta Rhymes |
