(Ced Gee)
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YEAHH IT'S THE Campaign
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(Ced Gee)
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"Yeah, I'm sending this out to all my dawgs in Harlem,
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BX, Brooklyn, Queens
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All my fam in the dirty South, Midwest, Worldwide
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You know how we do, had to bring this back
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Sending this out to my man Woozie Wooz, you know how we do son,
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It's real dawg, Check It
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Uhh, it's going down like this, one time
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Check it, uhh"
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Son, I roll with a team of guerilla's beleive me
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It don't make sense to try and find me
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The only thing your sure to find out is rerouters???
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We dirty and grimy, all the things I did 'n the past, I put 'em behind me
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I stepped up 'n the game, hate niggas dispise me, the flow is sick (Yeah!)
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Can't confide me, so you 'n your army, all wanted to saw me
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but that ain't gonna happen, it will only alarm me
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So be eazy-eazy, cuz I won't be eazy
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And all the guerilla's I hang with dawg
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Are a bunch of niggas who are black and greasy
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We stay at the gym see?, we blast at the range G
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Don't decieve me, and you don't have to believe me
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You can play your game, and you get down on your back G
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And that ain't all, so when you see The Factshen squad come
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You better be ready to ball-ball-ball-ball-ball-ball
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"Yeah sending this out to all my dawgs in Harlem, Brooklyn, Queens
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My dawgs on the westcoast, my dawgs in the dirty south
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My dawgs around the world, You know how we do
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Chack it, it's goin down, uhh"
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Past the fire, past the torch
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Dawg it's poppin' up 'n here tonight, I'm about to go off
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Alot of you cat's thought Ced fell off, all my niggas know
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I was never off course, The only thing that was stoppin' me was child support
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So I, stayed in the courts, talkin' to judges, talkin to lawyers
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I was under no illusion, barely wanted to destroy her
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Putch ya under the ground, under the dirt
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Claiming your dough, claiming you worth, claiming your land, claiming your vehicles
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They did'nt give two shits about me, they even wanted my stereo
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So I moved some way, outta the state
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That was the hustle, and my team of guerilla's?, they add the muscle
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Plus the burner's, and all those cat's who slept on us?
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Were the fastest learners, and maybe one day I'll have a billion dollars just like the old Ted Turner-Turner
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"Yeah sending this out to all my dawgs in Harlem, BX, Queens, Brooklyn, Jersey, Staton Island
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Sending this out to all my fam in the dirty South, my dawgs in philly,
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All my dawgs in ? can't forget Ya'll, worldwide, yunkers, also in Japan,
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It's goin out to everybody
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Sending this out to everybody, you know we had to do
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This beat is so hot, we had to bring it back
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Yo ? let me hear that bass son, uhh"
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"Yeah Ced Gee, uhh, Factshen, you know how we do
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huh, uhh"
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"For real, yeah, you know how we do
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Givin' you more of those for, bringin' it back fo' more
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Chicks galore, huh, ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha"
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Ced Gee-Sending This Out
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| Ultramagnetic MC's |
