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Verse One:
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Black-Sheep
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Spell it to the letter
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I'm out of the ghetto
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Some could tell my story
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But who could tell it better
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Nobody slinuner
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Thinkin he's a winner
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Pullin on the wool-er
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Finger on the trigger
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Scramb-a-lin, ramb-a-lin
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Thinks he la right gamb-a-lin
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Ambul-ance head crack
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Cause he took a chance
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That you didn't rip, the one he didn't think a flip
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But if I'm shakin ya down, believe you're losing your grip
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Money I'm rollin I'm rollin I'm rollin I'm rollin again
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Honeys I know
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That wanna know me adapt
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Let me tell a joke
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Cause a funny'll get
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Slept onna step I'm gettin money again
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Yo flim to the flam to the D to the poise
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Seperate the men from the boys, those are the toys
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Negroes'll front, that's if they got what you want
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But yo they freeze on a stunt
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I'm feelin more than a blunt
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Never was a gangster even at a street pix
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But swingin on a swinger you'll be strollin with a limp
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So get up easy cause it's simple as this
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Give us a shot how could you think that I miss
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Yesterday's a memo, the demo sold a bundle
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No I'm not conceited though for y0u I won't be humble
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Been around the block and it ain't our first day out
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Crazy with a stick and yo I throws a blow a-way out
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Kids who use to stay out till I roll needed the gray out
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Hobbies we attackin now we're skelly and knockin clay out
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Papas on the hurough, in every burough
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Nobody could front, ya see my family's crazy thorough
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Two quince sure
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And yo the others are done
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No fables at the table
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We'llerit the no that's in my blood
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So I, stand tall
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And lay for the call
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To counter-react
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Because we're real I tell ya who's gonna pack
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Chorus
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Verse Two:
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Yo it's not easy at the top
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Which is why we play the back
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Not to say that we don't strive
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In fact, to be exact
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It's a one-sided coin
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Gotta know how to flip it
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And I say lucky in the flip
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If you ask me for a tip
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Now we're back on
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Word to the life build receipt
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Me thinks this things are broken
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Lings how can we be complete
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Heads always collided
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with the brain we could be glidin
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While we stab him in the back
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When I see Isrob beside him
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So Lawnge/long (huh), we waited
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So Lawnge/long (what), we hated
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Play it to this day it doesn't have to be debated
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If I played it as an ego
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With a final life and group ins
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On Lawnge (Never party poopin
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Scoopin while my loopin went in
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Rhymin I'm climbin check it out
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It's like this all the time)
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And I know (and I know)
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And I know (and I know)
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Black Sheep freak sweet styles
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Just like we're supposed ta
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Cause Dres will pull the wool
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Cause before Black Sheep made a poster
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Always liftin skirts
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Fore we ever made a t-shirt
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And we been leapin obstacles
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Before the game of Q-Bert
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Take this or that, both of that
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Lookin past the cat
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If she was playin possum
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Then they pull a rabbit from the hat
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Chorus
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Verse Three:
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Now rich man poor man
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Beggar-man theif
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If I were an engine
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I wouldn't be the chief
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You can play the chief
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But we be tipper tee-pees
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Cause money he don't owe me
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And honey she don't see me
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Chuckle at your belt buckle
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Whether or not I'm on the DL
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Expedition with permission
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If the mission were impossible
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Wouldn't be here dear
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Black Sheep droppin songs
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That last as long as Frigidaires
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Call me un-Dres Dres go Dre go
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Not to run it in the ground
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I gave the recipe to Prego
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Have to sell a million pounds
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The ya-yo, from Play-Doh
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Party the we started
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Runnin charted some
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Where? Over the rainbow
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Guess I suffer from C-R-S
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Cause I forgot em
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Lyrics I got em you need em you need em I got em
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Can't stand the fall
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My beeperis out of reach
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I mean the stakes are too high
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So I got to get each
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And every single solitary
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Ligit digit on my leg
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You're buggin cause we did ya
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You come and we get ya
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Clearin my eyes
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Me and a tear in the corner
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Layin on ya I'm gonna I'm gonna lay it on ya
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Chorus
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On The Wall
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Black Sheep |