[What you here for, buddy?]
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[Larceny.]
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[How much time you get?]
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[99 years.]
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Verse 1: [Brother Marquis]
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Talk about, why? Spreadin' rumors, tellin' lies
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I'm real sensitive to the fact
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Of why must you go out like that
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You can't say nothin' positive
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All I get are negative responses
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They say it's hard to keep a good man down
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But it's not hard to have one up off the ground
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He said, she said, this-n-that
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But who's tellin' the truth? It ain't like that
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I knew somethin' was wrong, I knew it all along
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But nobody told me what was goin' on
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So just STOP ... all this disrespect
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'Cause now is the time for me to put you in check
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They say the truth hurts, but don't get mad at me
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I'm talkin' to those who got larceny
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Verse 2: [Fresh Kid Ice]
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Larceny, meaning bein' jealous-hearted
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Over little or nothin', it can get started
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For example, a man wants to get ahead
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Others wish he failed and rather see him dead
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Always puttin' obstacles in your path
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It becomes a problem you shouldn't have
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It's like a disease spreadin' faster than AIDS
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The word is out, they misspelled your name
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People look at you a little strange
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You gain more foes as your lifestyle change'
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They want what you got, that's the dollars that you clock
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To you it's petty but to them it's a lot
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Material things they couldn't retain
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Still hopin' your loss will be their gain
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Yet we strive to stay alive and live carefree
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Others still have that larceny
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Verse 3: [Fresh Kid Ice]
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You'll shake my hand, pretend to be my friend
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And behind my back, wish it all would end
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People mention my name, you'll frown your face
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Hopin' in your dreams you'll take my place
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The things that I own you wish you had
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Every time I do good it makes you mad
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You're not a friend to me, just an enemy
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A sucker that rhymes, a wanna be
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[Brother Marquis]
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You wanna be like me, only in your dreams
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You wanna be down, but you gotta come clean
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Rockin' boomin' beats on every cut
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2 Live's in effect, why you sweatin' us?
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Wishin' you had all the money I've made
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And all the females that I've slayed
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You hate me, boy, now ain't that a pity
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You ain't got the vapors, you got larceny
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You Got Larency
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| 2 Live Crew |
