[Verse 1]
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In the brightest of days, I can find the night
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If I just close my eyes and I squeeze 'em tight
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Second time in this life, see familiar territory
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The hustle is my appetite the cash is my glory
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I'm darker than midnight, I'm bright as in noon
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Searchin for my melodies, follow the moon
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Every city and town, that I run up in my travels
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My game is like a earthquake, agitates the gravel
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I put it down in Michigan, set it up sweet
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Niggas used to call me second none Pete
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I'm hard at the feet, I start the cream like scatter brave
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Down in Cleveland, doin my thing they call me Don King
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I came to New York, out of West VA.
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They call me Shorty Locin, I'm deadly and I don't play
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Like Willy Watson I fucked 'em and I knocked 'em
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Straight askin bitches wasup, like Jesse Cook
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Uh huh, in Alabama runnin Moonshine
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I'm rap killer, you wouldn't find a iller hundred dollar biller
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I'm number one in Augusta, like J.C.
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Like little Herman from Pittsburgh you pay me
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Like Zack Thomas and Frank Molten
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I be the young nigga half the death, leave his ass floatin
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Like Bumpy Johnson and beautiful rain
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Without the street life I'd rather be dead, I swear I been here
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HOOK:
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Feel Like I Been There
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I seen murder scenes, drugs I been here before
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Send my blood to keep it raw, stay hardcore, c'mon, yeah
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Feel Like I Been Here
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I bust guns, push nines, and snuffed out lives
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>From the south to the city only tryin to survive
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Bigger than nine to five, I been here before
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Bold and ready to die, I been here before
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Cocked and ready to spit, I been here before
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Names you shouldn't forget, they been here before, uh
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[Verse 2]
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I studied science, social studies, and math
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At the school of hard knocks, if you follow the path
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Aint nothin funny here son, so if you wanna laugh
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Harlem World's red illin, I put three in your ass
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Cuz it's more about this money even more than that
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I'm tryin to spread it through my own hood, givin it back
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Like Munky Jackson, I be back son
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Cats are blast, screamin my mac, it's black son
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Shit I keep it real nigga
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I'm cold-blooded when I iceberg
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Spittin game off my lips every word like none you never heard
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Like little Willie from B-More
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Uptown, Saturday night, little C-More
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Ill like the Infamous I scare to death
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Had them niggas up in Buffalo, holdin they breath
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Malcolm X Boulevard pushin that P
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Hoes callin me ferrels, and they smilin at me
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That's what they wanna see, they call me ribbons up in Louisville
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Gator wing tips, 44, two spare clips
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In Chocolate City I was Catfish
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Any nigga ever disrespect me, he get his head split
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Like Reverend Mills and from Chi-Town
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Can't nobody ever ever deny, how I laid it down
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These mini games like souvenirs
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Man I swear to everything that I am I know I been here
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Uh huh, c'mon
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HOOK
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Feel Like I Been Here
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Bumpy Knuckles |