[Intro - Joe Budden - talking]
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Mic check, mic check
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Mic check, mic check
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Ah, yeah
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Y'all know who it is, taha
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Oh!
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Uh, Uh, uh, uh
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It's, it's, it's that On Top Music!
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[DJ On Point - talking over Intro (echo)]
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Let's keep this shit goin
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We call this one 5th Gear
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Shout to whole Play Big Entertainment
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Crystal, Curtis, I see you
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DJ On Point, Joe Budden, Mood Muzik 3
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[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
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Look, come and cruise with me
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I'm good in any hood, no matter who's with me
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My mind on (Gettin Money), bumpin new 50
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Or my mind was off music, 'til Clue hit me
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And told me keep it on the booth strictly (oh!)
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So I step in, watchin my surroundings and my settings
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Then I let the Percocet set in
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Rough year, lost five of my homeboys
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I ain't worried 'bout it, y'all alive (y'all alive), just home boy
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I feel like I'm the last real nigga left (or)
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Maybe all the real niggaz just left (come on)
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We growin extinct, we like dinosaurs
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There's only a few exceptions, so minus y'all (uh)
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The greatest rapper alive (uh), is wearin suits and ties (uh)
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So you got a bunch of whack niggas sayin they him
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Used to be if you strive for somethin you could achieve it
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Now just say shit, these niggaz'll believe it (AH!)
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I'm done screamin out "Jump Off rules!"
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Lost my girl, broke all of my Jump Off rules
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Kept fuckin the side chick, so a nigga lied more
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Picked her up in the woman's car, that I ride for her
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Creepin, I would hide more (oh)
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Got confused as to who I'm 'sposed to fight for (oh)
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I can't even blame the jump, it was my fault (why?)
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'Cause I gave her the gun and she killed the only bitch I would die for (AH!)
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So the noise is called for
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When you goin through T's type of Pain dog, ya voice gets altered (OH!)
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Know it's hard to stay calm, gonna need State Farm
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When you fuckin with a con no, not Akon (let's go!)
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I'm high off life, a walkin napalm
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Fastballs comin at 'em from a Dice-K arm (from a Dice-K arm)
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Ridin suspended L
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No wonder I'm on fire, I already been through Hell
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So, when the the World's against you well
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Naw, I never snitch but I'll let the pencil tell
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I suffer from wrong thinkin (so?)
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So I avoid straitjackets and the bitch that dumped Sean Kingston (uhh)
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Better they respect you than to fear you
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I learnt that (Staring At The World In My Rearview)
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But come get me cocksucker, I dare you
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Rather box a felon than a nigga that's fearful (Understand somethin)
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Want a clear view, without a clear view
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I put the wall up but thoughts just tear through
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God I hear you, givin me a earful (but)
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But I'm a cruise in 5th gear until I'm near you (DJ On Point) (oh!)
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Eye of a Tiger, naw a Sniper with great aim
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I won't be another great slain (nigga!), takes flames, embrace pain
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Ask Eddie Griffin, you gon' lose everytime goin up against a freight train (AH!)
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Niggaz bleed like us, we in the same World
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Keep the Patron comin, try and make the day hurl (oh)
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It's a few niggaz checkin out my chain pearls
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Go ahead, try and lift somethin that you can't curl
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Far from "Wayne's World"
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If life's a bitch, it ain't just R. Kelly and Ush' fuckin the (Same Girl) (nope)
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O.G. swag, walk got a limp in it
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It's my World, everybody's payin rent in it
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I left Jersey, I took flight on 'em
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Dudes tried to take the crown, (dog) didn't look right on 'em (naw!)
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How you gon' fuck with a crook, heist warn 'em?
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Play Vanilla Ice, I get Suge Knight on 'em
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Meanest Porsches, gleamin crosses
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Came from Queens to restore this, deemed it in orbit
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When the red carpet rolled out, that mean it's bosses
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Don't get it fucked up, we had fiends before this (oh)
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My third eye sharp, so keen it's gorgeous (oh)
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I've seen it all, even Halloween in August (talk to 'em)
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Gun in my hand
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The game used to make you sell ya soul, now it gotta come with a dance
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I'm on the clear view (whoa!), without a clear view (oh!)
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I put the wall up but thoughts just tear through (oh!)
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God I hear you, givin me a earful
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But I'm a cruise in 5th gear until I'm near you (AH! oh!)
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[Outro - Joe Budden - talking]
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Uh, it's, it's, it's that On Top Music
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