{Intro: some lady (some guy)}
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Umm, wazzup?
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Uh, I've been upstate for about 4, 5 years now
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(Right right)
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And uh, I don't even know where my kids right?
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But my whole problem is, you know, I don't really care
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(Yeah)
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So could you tell me how not to be stupid on that situation
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See, that I care?
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(Bitch, get off that crack, you on that shit)
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(Anytime a bitch don't know where her kids at, you on that crack)
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(Next caller, bitch go home)
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Intro: Lil Dap
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Bust it uh
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Bust it, uh
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Uh, yeah
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I'm gonna V.I.P. this shit real something
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Knowhatimsayin? Straight like that
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Big slam, uh, bust it out
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Check it out, uh
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{Lil Dap}
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So we could walk through the ghetto, politic all night
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Start to make our own tracks, for these cats to recite
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Recite, we'll put your juggalo veins right out your throat
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Take these cats on from Brooklyn
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I'm holdin it down with my throat
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Heard me walk about it, Islamic and knowledge
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Shinin bright like a diamond
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Sittin in BK, rhymin
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Holdin it down, waitin for the sun to set down
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Look in the sky, see my man B.I.G. floatin around
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One day the shine so bright
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Livin life so light
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Lost my man tonight
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Settin it off, aight?
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Check it like this
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It got to go with the flow
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Some niggas may not understand, but you know how it go
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{someone else raps, but the songs fades}
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Politic All Night
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