[Intro: Jay-Z & (Nas)]
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I know you can feel the magic baby
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Turn the motherfuckin lights down
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Esco whuttup? (Whuttup homey)
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I mean.. it´s what you expected ain´t it?
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Let´s go... uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
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Turn the music up and the headphones
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Uh, Yea, that´s perfect (Yea, right)
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Uh, we gots to take and make a nigga wait on this motherfucker
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(hahaha!) Make niggaz mad and shit like..
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Niggaz usually start rappin´ after 4-bars, nigga go in
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Start dancin´ in this motherfucker
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Yea, (Yea) niggaz come outta nowhere
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[Hook: Jay-Z]
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I feel like a Black Republican, money I got comin´ in
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Can´t turn my back on the hood, I got love for them
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Can´t clean my act up for good, too much thug in ´em
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Probably in the back of the hood, I´m like "Fuck it then"
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[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
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Huddlin´ over the oven, we was like brothers then (What?)
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Though you was nothin´ other than a son of my mother´s friend
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We had governin´, who would of thought the love would end
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Like ice cold album, all good things
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Neva thought we sing the same song that all hood sang
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Thought it was all wood-grain, all good brain
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You wouldn´t bicker like the other fools talk good game
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Neva imagine all the disasters that one could reign
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Could bring!, should bling, the game, and I could
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It´s kill or be killed, how could I refrain?
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And foreva be in debt, that´s never a good thing
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To the pressure for success can put a good strain
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On a friend you call best, and yes it could bring
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Out the worst in every person, even the good´s insane
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Though we rehearsed, it´s just ain´t the same
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When you put in the game at age sixteen
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Then you mix things: like cars, jewelry, and miss things
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Jealousy, ego, and pride, and this brings
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It all to a head like coin, cha-ching
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The rule of evil strikes again, this could sting
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Now the team got beef between the Post and the Point
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This puts the ring in jeopardy - until Liberty
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[Hook: Jay-Z]
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I feel like a Black Republican, money I got comin´ in
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Can´t turn my back on the hood, I got love for them
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Can´t clean my act up for good, too much thug in ´em
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Probably in the back of the hood, I´m like "Fuck it then"
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[Hook: Nas]
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I feel like a black militant takin´ over the government
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Can´t turn my back on the hood, too much love for them
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Can´t clean my act up for good, too much thug in ´em
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Probably in up back in the hood, I´m like, "fuck it then"
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[Verse 2: Nas]
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I´m back in the hood, they like, "Hey Nas" (Uh)
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Blowin´ on purp´, reflectin´ on they lives
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Couple of fat cats, couple of A.I.´s
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Dreamin´ of fly shit instead of them gray skies
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Gray 5´s, hate guys wishin´ our reign dies
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Pitch, sling pies, and niggaz they sing, "why"?
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Guess they ain´t strong enough to handle their jail time
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Weak minds, keep tryin´, follow the street signs
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I´m standin´ on the roof of my building
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I´m feelin´ - the whirlwind of beef, I inhale it
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Just like an acrobat ready to hurl myself though the hoops of fire
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Sippin´ 80 proof, bulletproof under my attire
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Could it be the forces of darkness, against hood angels of good
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That forms street politics - makes a sweet honest kid
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Turn illegal for commerce - to get his feet out of them Converse
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That´s my word
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[Hook: Jay-Z]
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I feel like a Black Republican, money I got comin´ in
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Can´t turn my back on the hood, I got love for them
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Can´t clean my act up for good, too much thug in ´em
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Probably in the back of the hood, I´m like "Fuck it then"
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[Hook: Nas]
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I feel like a black militant takin´ over the government
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Can´t turn my back on the hood, too much love for them
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Can´t clean my act up for good, too much thug in ´em
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Probably in up back in the hood, I´m like, "fuck it then"
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Black Republican (Album Ver. - Explicit)
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