Now I really don't care about
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no nigga tryin to slang
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and I really don't give a fuck
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about no nigga tryin to Bang
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'cause we got, hand times commin
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down like rainy weather
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we can buck N shoot em up
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or we can all rize together
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with the price in your eyes
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the pep in our step I'm tryin to
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spit the message out until I reach
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my last breath my physical awarness
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plus my continous mind pA¨ùlus the Live
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microphone equals righteous rhyme
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so you know I'm flowin' like H2O
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then fountain non-stop to a thirsty soul
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I be like, cupid draw back my bow
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point it at your mind N let my fly rhyme go
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'cause I, a man born to die small speak on
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till I'm carried by six to my restin' home
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'cause I'm a hoochy fader
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devastader, real Busta Hater
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the hommy's call me "G" 'cause I'm
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g-g-greater on the microphone
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splurgin cut snakes like a surgeon
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and Busta you can't fade 'cause
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I flow tight like a virgin
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[Chorus:]
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Being raised as a "G"
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it ain't the easiest thang to be
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Runnin' - Gunnin' - Ridin' - Rollin'
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Hey-Aye It's got the best of me
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As I grow you watch me come
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with the smooth flow. Cause you
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know Mr. P don't stop I let it go.
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Now I'm comin up. Cause it's the thing
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to do cause I brought yall on this track
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you see I thought yall knew another black man
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I got the master plan and I'm twisted comin
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back so yall can understand because it's
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in me I'm comin deep like the sea and
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I'm swimmin in this mystical frame.
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You see I'm off express mode cause I deliver
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my own and I'm wishin and I'm hoping I can
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sit on my throne, I'm all alone.
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I'm pushing 2 times to yall dome.
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It's my brain and I'm wishin you well can't
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you feel that I was born I had the mission
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right from the start then I carried it then
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I burried it so listen up cause I got to tell
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you one more time stay real and stay up
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as I kick my rhyme's.
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[Chorus]
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Being Raised
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