(feat. Masta Ace)
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[kung fu sample]
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They told me, what happened, alright
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You're still young, and things like that always happen
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When you'll learn, then you'll know not to make those mistakes
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[Inspectah Deck]
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Really? These dudes don't want it with Deck, no, my set glow
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Hate it or you love it, but you gonna respect though
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You ain't got to know my name, check the blood, sweat & tears
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For years, niggas know I bang
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I'm a made nigga, caking what you call a boss
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On my own two, never taking orders from ya'll
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What I spit, get the corners involved, it's wreck on the yard
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It's House Gang, son, it's more than hard
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The life that'll glamour and glitz, best believe
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On the flip side, nigga, it's them hammers and clips
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Wanna live in high fashion and rich, so we scramble the strip
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Camouflage, with they hand on the grip
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Ain't nothing gon' stop kid from getting his due
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No, your feets not big enough to fit in his shoe
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I don't rock what you rap, niggas, they be pole
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On 'the wire', just not HBO
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They under fire, edge around the way we know
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They know they time up, guess that's why they hate me so
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But yo, they will never take me though, I had to go like
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Montana, licking, sniffing crazy blow
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Still I be Hard to Kill like Seagal
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Warrior built, big shield and long sword
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One Six Ooh'ing it, doing it, king size
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Salutations, that's respecting the king eyes
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For those that follow my lead, attract to the light
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At the same time, marvel the speed
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I'm so dope, I can bottle it free
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The most influential, modern day murderous he
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[U-God]
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Yo, deep in the bungalo, chopping the motherload
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Carving my own path, taking another road
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I need a son to soul, he brought the troops with him
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It sounds presidential, I got the truth serum
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Don't want the booth near him, respect in the sabotage
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I'm on the patio, stretched in my camouflage
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And my grammar's hard, the Wolverine skeleton
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I be the yellow man, snatching on the other brand
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But on the other hand, light up the darkness
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I'm stir fried, nigga, yeah, I'm heartless
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My apartment is a hole in the wall, nigga
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Pass me the rock, stop holding the ball
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I told you before, under worser conditions
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Chessboxing, nigga, mic's a dead body position
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[Masta Ace]
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Aiyo, it's time to make cash dinero
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I'm going to the Summer Jam concert to bash your hero
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Lie up in your bedroom, smash your bureu
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We looking for the money, man, pass the Euro
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Apartment to pesos, pass the yen
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And, we don't want to have to ask again
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Cuz we ain't gon' be laughing then
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These three men, take on your whole staff and win
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Look, labels stay messing with a cat's future
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And that weighs on me heavy like Rasputia
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But I still keep spitting like a shortshop
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I'mma be sitting at the table when the cork pop
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You gon' be sitting at the table with a porkchop
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Lacking on the beat like a short cop
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It's your boy Ace, BK's own
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All you ringtone rap dudes, please stay home, come on
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Kill Too Hard
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| Wu-Tang Clan |
