Yeah, it's like this..
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Chubb Rid-dock, nine-seven on lid-dock
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Son, rock..
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[Chorus: Billy Lawrence *sung*]
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Do you know, where you're goin to?
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Do you like the things that life is showin you?
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Where are you goin to?
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Do you know, what you're lookin for?
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Do you like the things that life has in store?
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Chubb holds it down for sure..
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[Chubb Rock]
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Ever since mom kissed me and said, "Seek life!"
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My mind had an idea like that kid with the kite
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No 'caine slingin, strong-arm bringin check my eyes
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Redness done, so I can script "My Life" like Mary Blige
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I've, been around the world in 90 days, pro-rated
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Like Prince no shame for that past few Sheila's I've dated
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Made it, with only one but I'm foreshadowing the rhyme
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Like a nice Pirollo(?) wine, life takes time
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I'm, one of two and to see it a one who's part of many
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The quarters of my thoughts will cost more than a damn penny
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Any debate we can correlate as to my release date
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A nine-seven slate, New York state will have to check me
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It's been some time since the break of the dawn
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The genre has definitely changed since I've been gone
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Whether, bad or good the flow remain tight
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So I can come and drop my li-ight, li-ight
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[Chorus]
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[Chubb Rock]
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Well in the past black men used to work for (?)
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My age group was plotting to obtain Dead Nixons
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The plot, had three vectors for young prospectors
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School, entertain, or become Hannibal Lectors
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Stressors, used to stress the best, cess wine
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But at that particular time I chose to use my mind
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Goody too, size twelve shoe the Troy Ave grew
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Waited 'til, after eighteen to introduce the brew
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Downed the suds and gave a street buzz
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High in the +Forrest+ but stupid is as, stupid does
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And, that's all I have to say about that
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Flipped a Pulitzer prize script and started rap
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Simplistic at first, and the knowledge came later
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Rob-ski, Dave Wit, and Swanny on the fader
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The struggle was on but the fame was in sight
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And the tunnel had a light that distinguished my life
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[Chorus]
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[Chubb Rock]
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The low point was mad low when I lost James Los
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Spent eighteen years livin next to this high-pro bro
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and that's all I got to say, about that
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While I give thanks to the man that my brother and I'm back
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Onward, to the medals while the boys aged the mix
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to the mental utopia, so walk past the six
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and the rhyme and the flow, must stay real tight
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like it's always been in my li-i-ife, my life
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[Chorus]
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Life
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Chubb Rock |