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[Talking: Mikey Styles]
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Yeah, yeah
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Right about now. We going to vibe you se. Ghetto celebrity, part two.
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This is how we do.
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[Mikey Styles]
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1997, Mikey Styles, rap artist
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Composing, not a biter like some kids wish
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Open speakers blasting
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Get a good night's kiss
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Rock a bye baby type
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'Cause you know this track is hype
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It's off the hook, out of sight
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I'll try my best to enlight
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My potholes to a len
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Built 'em real nice, real bright
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I roll some twilight
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When it was my night
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While some MCs can't rhyme right
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I be at a concert near you, rushing through
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With my crew, them money dealing, chain snatchers
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Polo gear fly from head to toe they got stolen
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It's up at Metropolis, want to stop our partying
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We blessed it back on the O.Z. with chicks from Thailand
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They go me playing superstar there for a second
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It's aight though
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I get swifter yo
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You know how I go
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Think big, ???? for a big prize
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Soon we'll have an enterprise, live like big guys
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For now hustling is the key
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Success will wait for next G
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Droppin' a gem for your system, so rack ya party
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Peace to my mommy, G.O.D. bless me
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[CHORUS: Mikey Styles]
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Breaker 1-9, breaker 1-9, may day
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Call for backup it's pay day
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Breaker 1-9, breaker 1-9, may day
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Call for backup it's pay day
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Breaker 1-9, breaker 1-9, may day
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Call for backup it's pay day
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Breaker 1-9, breaker 1-9, may day
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Call for backup it's pay day
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[Mikey Styles]
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It's time we connect son
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Let's have a piece of them chips
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No BBQ pringles, straight up some rap shit
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Bussin' through like the blue top form
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Some niggas be sounding busted
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I think they mommy's lying
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I kick that b-boy poetry
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'Cause that's whose run the streets
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Run the jeeps, 'cause my whole community
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Guy wearing camoflague army, Timbs tres chic(?)
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'Cause we bent sipping brandy, my look frenzy
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Got this ???? king size
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Laced it with the illy, now we all low eyes
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Bumping Notorious Hypnotize
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In the rental, we ride
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Twisting some M-39's, and freeze land
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You better freeze man
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better understand, recognize what I'm saying
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I'm rapping for me, but a the same time I trying to reach you, B
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And all your crew, smoking mad trees
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Free day, chilling downtown (chilling downtown)
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[CHORUS]
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[Mr. Q]
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Here's the last chapter
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Watch the super duper come around
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Used to live uptown 'cause 97 I don't fake nothing
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Bust rhyme for fun
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But I be the one coming straight from the underground
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So, look I'm bitter son
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With your whole fashion, bring the new stuff
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'Cause we got enough
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But if you can't let me fucking up the program
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I'll show you who's the man
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For the business, me and my nigga Mikey
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Straight from the East, go no love for them wanna bes
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'Cause we strickly, down for the real things here
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Basket Case, name of the crew and we're dangerous
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Try to dis us, you get fucked at the same time. Pay day
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[CHORUS]
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[Mikey Styles]
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Got to be twisting something
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While these beats be pumping
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I'm going to take you in
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Fake guys get scared
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Is there a heaven out there or hell down there?
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Not quite sure, that's why I'm guzzling beer
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When I'm getting mad jumpy
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I don't really care, I don't really care, I don't really care
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You know what I'm saying
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You know what I'm saying, this is to the zoo
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Pay Day
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Basket Case |