[Intro: Joell Ortiz]
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I hear y'all talkin
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It's funny to me (yeah!)
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See, where I come from
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We act first, ask questions later (c'mon!)
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[Joell Ortiz]
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If I'm in there the whole place full up
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I'll use your lil' bar to do a pull-up
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Use your wack-ass tracks as target practice
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And tell the baddest broads to arch it backwards
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For years I wore the same Starter jacket
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and beat-up tees with the scars to match it
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Jeans with the holes, sneakers with no sole
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When Genesis dropped my Nintendo was so old
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Oh no, couldn't have that
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I put the pen where the pad at - VOILA˘ć! Magic
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I'll disappear in the booth, reappear messiah
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When I write, call it a night, vampire
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Ask around, your boy hot, and I uhh
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don't plan to cool off like a campfire
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E'rybody gather round, I'ma tell a story
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of a snot-nosed kid, try and smell the glory
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[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" (Joell)]
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I, shoot first ask questions last
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That's how most of these so-called gangstas pass
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That's how most of these so-called gangstas pass
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That's how most of these so-called gangstas, gangstas {C'MON!}
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I - shoot first ask questions last
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A poof! How low, so low, so low, so low
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A poof! How low, so low, so low, so low
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I (Well I'ma finish what you start!)
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[Joell Ortiz]
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This for the block mister, the rock pictures
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Late night, cranberry and CA˘çroc mixers
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Parkin lot pissers, glock top shifters
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Dudes who stay fresh cause they shoplifters
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That's where I come from, so me no run from
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bumbaclot pussy drummer boy, rumpa-pum-pum
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You no tough stuff, you my son's son
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You just bluff rough, me say come, come
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I'll give it to anyone who wants some
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Go silly on they Achilles until they run's done
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I keep a hot line, 9-1-1
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Everyone say hi to the hero that won't go unsung
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A moment of silence while I give Pun some
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Scream Borrrrricua 'til your tongue's numb
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What's your angle? Haha, I know mine
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If it's cheese, (Swizz) style, "SHOWTIME!"
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[Chorus]
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[Joell Ortiz]
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I ain't a troublemaker but my flow cocky
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So all the pretty mamis yellin "GO PAPI!"
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Man that's so neat, and y'all so sloppy
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When you think I'm done shittin I do mo' copy[?]
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Just love to flex my rap muscle
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What muzzle? Dog, you just a Jack Russell
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Your bite weak and your bark a lil' pitch
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Relax, you no match for a hard-nosed pit'
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I can't find a track that my bars won't rip
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You guys are sick warrin with the Gaza Strip
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When I back out this pen all you guys'll strip
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Like you in Chippendales tryin to wind for tips (haha)
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No need to see, slow down and let the leader lead
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DJs, bring this back! I'm what the needle need
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And I don't mean to get all mushy like my last bitch
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(BLAP!) Damn, I love this rap shit
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[Chorus]
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Finish What You Start
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| Joell Ortiz |
