Chorus:
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Gotta be the illest brother to claim respect
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It takes the illest brother just to get respect
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Got to be the illest brother when it's time to get wreck
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Got to be the illest brother when I get my mic check
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I'm one of the illest brothers known to man
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but if you don't understand, see I'm a grown man
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And I stand 5'8" and 3 quarters
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giving orders to my sqaudron cuz I'm like the sergeant
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or general but let me keep this minimal
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I used to hang with kids who like to live trife with a knife
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Cutting kids for fun and pulling out much guns
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and like riflery champs fellas start to get real amped
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Dead bodies lay stamped to the pavement so I gave it some thought
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remembering the brothers who are gone now
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I will make a strong vow to make things right
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ignite the mic, get hype and all that
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Suckers try to menace but they always fall
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flat to the ground as I astound come around
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I'll put you down about the brothers who think they're the boss
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think they're getting large but in the end they pay the cost
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Of their lives and that ain't the way to go out
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even take their boys with 'em cause they know their boys will go out
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But when it comes to facing some time
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they're like crying like weeping, wanna call mom Dukes
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But mom Dukes is fed, fed up with the shit you did
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she knows that you shot and she knows that you cripples kids
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But who's to judge when you're trying to survive
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the one who moves first might be the one to stay alive
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So when you think you're hard and dominating the set
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just remember the illest brother claims respect!
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Like I said I'm an ill kid, so never dare test me
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they wanna arrest me cuz i'm causing a frenzy
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Fake gangsters come and fake gangsters go
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real gangsters chill cuz real gangsters know
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That quietly you stalk your prey on the down low
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cuz too much talk will get you beef on the street
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And brothers in the city have to live this way
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it may cause dismay but Imma' tell it anyway
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Yo guns are easy to get and like a puppet
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some young kid is gonna be the subject of internal oppression
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An example of hard times
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cuz to make it out the trap in your mind it's a hard climb
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But even if you change and come right and exact
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there's another brother scheming so just watch your back
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I know a brother who thought he had it all
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but little did he know he was bound for a down fall
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He'd pick up the heater and go stick somebody
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he wouldn't give a damn if he killed somebody
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Cuz if somebody would get in the way of him getting loot
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there'd be no hesitation he'd just shoot
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It's like The Good, The Bad and The Ugly
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except it's reality and you don't see it on TV
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Brothers keep dying in the streets cuz the streets are designed
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to keep you from having peace of mind
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I know an old man, he's got a rifle to stifle
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any young punk, he hides it under his bunk
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And I know a kid who's been to jail
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and he told me that the system had failed him
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So now he's out the joint and he's like flippin' on kids
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and the people in his neighborhood are flippin' their wigs
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But you gotta check the move cuz there's a reason
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a method to the madness and you know what I'm meaning
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Cuz rather than being the herb, vic, or chump
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you can be just like my man cold holding the pump
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But living like that you take a chance with your life
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but some things in life, sometimes will make you uptight
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I'm like an avalanche of knowledge pounding down all fools
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all fakes, all snakes
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and ones who try to break the rules and regulations
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Stipulations made by the GangStarr
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you try to flex muscle but you know you can't hang ha
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You're making me vexed but yeah you can go next
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just remember the illest brother claims respect
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Chorus repeat
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Yo money don't front you know you blew your chance
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and now it's my turn so Imma' take command
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Cuz I'm like the one who's got all the juice
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I always get loose I got the balls to reduce your crew
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Very easily I got more ammo
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I'm like the ill kid the psycho man yo
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Cuz now I'm past the point and I ain't gonna return
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and when it comes to your destruction I ain't really concerned
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About the consequences |