[Intro: AZ]
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Yes, yes, ladies and gentlemen
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I'll like to thank you for your support, love
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Not only to me, but to the whole hip-hop industry itself
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We as a whole, we've been weathering in the Storm
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From the start, 30-plus years ago to now
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But uh, like all weapons of hate, we perceiver
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So allow me to speak not only for me
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But on behalf of the hip-hop coalition
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Every hood, every ghetto across the United States of America
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[Verse 1: AZ]
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Yea, as a youngin' I was sittin'- spittin' sponge-in'
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Just learnin' the life, and Christ second comin'
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Well mannered and nice, got advice from women
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But when the money get tight, the stomach start grumblin'
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It was some of then, wasn't all Hammers then
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Went in the Benz, it was kingpin and bubblin'
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We started huddlin', puttin' in, and jugglin'
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A shear later we straight, no more strugglin'
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But that was only the start
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The love between homey started fallin' apart
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I guess anything's addictive when it's callin' your heart
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Death and incarceration had us all in the dark
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We was done, some'll say "we had a beautiful run"
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And the beauty is skin deep was beneath the slums
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I was numb, that was like speakin' in tongues
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So relax, I adapt within a week I was sprung
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Spoke facts on the track, it's like squeezin' a gun
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No more crack, all the boys on my back hearin' "RUN"
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Yea, I changed & came, all them years, on the stairs G Rap & Kane
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I felt pain, them beamers still lurkin' my brain
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But the ways is the most high is to preserve to explain
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It was the fame, that focused me, perfected my game
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And like that, there's so many others that this rap will remain
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And in exchange, we give fans the force of the reign
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To feed, nurture, and breed, and be the voice of the slain
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It's a shame, but that real shit come wit the life
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And in order to obtain you gotta sacrifice
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It's like cuttin' your bitch shorter, don't pass on fights
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I'ma tourer, so you know all my facts is right
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Plus my Aurora is like used spoilers on the porch at night
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So be polite, just go for them critics that write
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This is Rap, we from the hood, just tryin' to get a slice
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Some'll bite, but the most just coast wit ice
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And rock a little chain, get a little brain
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[Immediately changes to AZ talking]
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Ha ha-ha ha, yea, hey, it is what it is
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You know Rap has no rules
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See my enlightener he-he once told me once said
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"If there is no devilish-men, then there won't be Godliness"
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"One can't exist without the other"
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Knaw'mean?, it's like a Doctor is only needed to heal
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And he caters to the sick, so the sick must exist, ya heard?
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A Minister - he only gives sermon to - uh you know -
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Those seeking for forgiveness - so them sinners must exist
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You know? it's simple simplistic, ha ha-ha ha
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It's AZ the GOD - Constantine - Quiet Money for life
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This is What I Do, I'm here
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This Is What I Do
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AZ |