I want some Brand Nubian
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Pac and Rakim
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Biggie, Nas
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Really don¡¯t make emcees like they used to
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Freestyle Fellowship
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D.O.C, Pharaoh Monch
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Jay, Ahmad, and Thought from the Roots crew
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That¡¯s a hood who¡¯s who
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Now what you dudes do
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Make a wack album
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Pay Lil Jon do two
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Dope beats for the streets to introduce you
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But you weak
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We know he got heat, what you do?
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Sick of hype
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Homie is you tight or boo boo
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I¡¯m precise with mine dun diced a few fools
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Got stripes for serving on mics you new to
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From the Life where if you ain¡¯t nice we boo you
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Boo hoo go head cry if you wanna
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What you got¡¯s not hot they rock mine every corner
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Homie can¡¯t see me if he try he a goner
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Plus he must be smoking that Thai marijuana
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(Chorus:)
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It¡¯s over now
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I told y¡¯all it¡¯s over now
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We off in them Range Rovers now
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It won¡¯t stop but it¡¯s over now
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It¡¯s Over Now
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I told y¡¯all it¡¯s over now
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We got money to fold up now
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It don¡¯t stop but it¡¯s over now
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Ahmad¡¯s going through a carpenter phase
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Carving up stages
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And mics with tight rhymes sharper than razors
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Fools talk so often I¡¯m made to
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Defeat these MC¡¯s in 3¡¯s
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Like Stojakovic, Peja
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See whatever you got and I¡¯ll raise ya
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Man who you kidding
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Poppin¡¯ your lip then hit me back when I page ya
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With it whenever whatever
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I¡¯m too clever you¡¯ll never
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Do nothing to my crew ever
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We heavyweights to you feathers
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Paragraphs to letters
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We the Jag¡¯s you Jetta¡¯s
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You backspins we more advanced like Capoeira
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Avenue band stands apart where fans set us
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Y¡¯all loose
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We tighter than Bruce Bruce¡¯s sweaters
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Rocked with top sellers
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So hot they got jealous
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Haters pop a lot we not gon¡¯ stop fellas
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Every rhyme¡¯s divine we shine cause¡¯ God let us
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Grindin¡¯ till we platinum lying in Barbados
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(Chorus)
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It's Over Now
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| 4th Avenue Jones |
