What I buss is for the ghetto
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What I buss is third world
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What I buss is bald head or locked
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It ain¡¯t that Jerry Curl
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I don¡¯t buss for pimp juice
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I don¡¯t buss that watered down
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I don¡¯t buss that Sambo my grand folks wore a crown
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What I buss is revolution
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What I buss is full of life
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What I buss is for my people, me, my baby, and my wife
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I don¡¯t be with fakes or lames
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I won¡¯t leave my faith for fame
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I don¡¯t need no Jacob chain
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You gon¡¯ see me change the game
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Rush
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Hurry
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Run by those
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People as they lay
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On side walks
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Look at them with disdain
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And when their voices call
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You just ignore them all
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A thousand times a day
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(Chorus:)
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You get paid, people slave, then you take more
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A thousand times a day
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So afraid of the grave, that you make war
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A thousand times a day
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You¡¯re enraged, full of hate, murder rates soar
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A thousand times a day
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I know you scared of us
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Wanna stay ahead of us
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I know you scared of us
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Rush
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Rush
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Hurry
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Join the side show
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Circus the charade
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Behind those
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Animals encaged
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And when your name is called
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Dance for us all
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A thousand times a day
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(Chorus)
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You rush to get to the top
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So you clawing away
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You rush to get to that job you hate more every day
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You rush to pick up your order
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Rush to eat but you tired
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Rush to get you a quarter
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Fore¡¯ your meter expire
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You rush to give him them drawz
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Cause¡¯ he rushed you to hit it
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You did it
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Now y¡¯all fussing while you rush to the clinic
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Come on rush
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Hurry up no time to play
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Rushing is on your mind but hey
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Don¡¯t worry yourself grind away
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Rush one thousand times a day
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Rush
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| 4th Avenue Jones |
