(feat. Kanye West)
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La, la, la, la, la - and e'rybody say
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La, la, la, la, la - I know you, I know you...
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I know you're thinking, thinking that it must be
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armoral flow cause it never get rusty
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I aint gotta say it, man dawg trust me
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Bust somebody head, T.L.C. where was we?
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Still rock the prada 'fore that, rock the Starter
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Niggas out in Georgetown, and Magic way harder
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Thinking back to the projects, and they way they tore 'em all up
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Like when I do a project, and come back and tear the mall up
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[Chorus]
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We coming from the..
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South (side), South (side)
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South (side), South (side)
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South (side), South (side)
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South (side), Side of the Chi
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The broads, the cars, the half moon, the stars
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I'm like Jeff Fort the way I get behind bars
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Burn cd's with no regard for the stars
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Come to the grip with conflict, diamonds and the arts
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Back in '94 they call me Chi-town's Nas
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Now them niggas know I'm one of Chi-town's gods
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We even yo, you're still talking no cause
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A conscious nigga with mac like Steven Jobs
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[Chorus]
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Your fly is open, McFly
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The crowd is open I think I know why
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I'm back from the future seen it with my own eyes
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And yep, I'm still the future of the Chi
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Back in college I had to get my back up off the futon
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I knew that I couldn't cop a coup with no coupons
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Look at that neutron on his green like two dimes
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People asking him, "Do you have any grey poupon?"
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[Chorus]
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You in the building but the buildings falling
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You wouldn't be ballin' if your name is Spaldin'
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My mind get flooded I think about New Orleans
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Back in school, ya'll niggas you should call him August
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I'm the sun that goes down but I'm still revolving
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Southside 'bout to walk it out, but still you're crawling
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If rap was Harlem, I be James Baldwin
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With money in the bank like G. Rap, we're calling
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[Chorus]
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With niggas masked up like Phantom of the Opera
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Dreaming of the day they push a phantom to the operas
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Can't wait till they say, "Ye, ran up at the Oscars."
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Poppa, I heard his life is like a movie
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Like when Em' played him and Mekhi played a rasta
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Mexican gon love it like it was for La Raza
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But this is for the mobsters, Holla
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We some true chi-town legends, accept no imposters
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[Chorus]
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Uh, the un-American idol, tower like the Eiffel
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Lean wit it, rock wit it, black like the disciples
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Know when to use a bible, and when to use a rifle
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You rap like you should be on the back of a motorcycle
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Caught a case of robbery, and 'Beat It' like Michael
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Your career is a typo, mine was written like a haiku
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I write to 'Do the Right Thing' like Spike do
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Through conflicts that's crucial and trauma is psycho
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[Chorus]
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La, la, la, la, la, la, la-la
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La, la, la, la, la, la
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La, la, la, la, la, la, la
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La, la, la, la, la, la, la
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We're coming from the...Hey!
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*scratches*.. spice it up (la, la , la..)
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Ya might have to spice it up
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Spice it up, spice it up,
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Take your life and...
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Yo, we're coming from the...Hey!
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We're coming from the...Hey!
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...and this concludes our Chicago show
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Please stay tuned
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Southside
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