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coming right back at ya
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just call yo' dispatcher
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90 mile fast ball straight for the catcher
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stature, tall
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catch a fall
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bringing heat to the people like a match to walls
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now I never did claim to be a man of the streets
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but I do know my way around some pillows and sheets
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kicking rhymes and beats from back in prepbuesence
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kept it strong throughout my adolesence
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at first take presents would come and go
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but I'd always make a move to improve my flow
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just to let yall know I got some years in the game
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and half of them came before you even knew my name
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feelin' just the same like when I kicked my first lyric
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with brothers in the back sayin' yo that's the spirit
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you know it when you hear it that's you what you gon' get
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Young is coming at ya with the one hit
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one hit intro
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young mc |