[Royce Da 5'9":]
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Classified, you're lookin familiar
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[Classified:]
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They call this Hip hop
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[Royce Da 5'9":]
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Real recognize real
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Yea
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My pradas and guccis
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Got me tied up with hoochies
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My hotel room smell like a lot of produce-e
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I'm a god, I could crucify you
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Exclude nobody, that means that it's you it applies to
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If I was you I'd leave it alone
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I kill you or suicide you
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You had a choice before they flew inside you
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The best rapper alive, you better ask around
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I got coke in a hole with a nose like a basset hound
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You step up I guarantee you I'm a back you down
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Ask around, you show fear and get slapped around
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Let's put the track aside
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I fuck with Classified
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Big balls, she suck my dick she gonna move the sack aside
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Don't fuck with rappin guys
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That toast'll pop up like a gat surprise
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My motto is kill track or die
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Beef forget it now
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Your piece set it down
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I done already touched more kids than a pedophile
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[Classified:]
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Yea, don't matter where you from
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Where you came or where you're goin
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Keep it movin, get em movin
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Haha I'm ready for it all
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Got my back against the wall
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But I'm ready, never fall
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They call this hip hop
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[B.O.B.:]
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It's the game that pays me
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But somehow lately the game's been crazy
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Ya I'm an 80's baby
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So ya my momma made me but hip hop raised me
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[Classified:]
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My favorite rap album ever
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Jeeze, let me see
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Somewhere in between blueprint by Jay-Z
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Or either Dre CD's
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Or maybe Illmatic by Nas
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Or possibly doggystyle by snoop dogg
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Lived it like religion
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Critics call it modern day sorcery
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Cause I follow accordingly
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To what rappers reported to me
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Ah, started listenin around the age of 12
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And it changed the way I felt
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Plus the way I raised myself
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It never taught me shoot a gun
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Or go and buy drugs
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It taught me how to keep it real
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And don't be scared of who I was
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It taught me how to grab a mic
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And grow an appetite
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To sacrifice bougie rapper types
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Corny act-a-likes
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I've never been upstaged
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Off the wrong stage
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You can write your verse good
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But I'm a write my songs great
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Never was I poured on
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No rappers co-signed me
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That's why the attitude, asshole
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So don't mind me.
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Yea, don't matter where you from
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Where you came or where you're goin
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Keep it movin, get em movin
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Haha I'm ready for it all
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Got my back against the wall
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But I'm ready, never fall
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[B.O.B.:]
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Well these are not just verbs that I recite
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It's actually a verse of encouragement
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And advice
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And everything is perfectly worded
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The way you like
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So I can make some currency
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Just to service my life
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Really I've been workin with verbage all of my life
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So when I die, they gonna bury me with the mic
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And when I go, please do not worry, I'm in the sky
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Then and there you'll see, apparently I'm a psychic
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A heavyweight, don't refer to me lightly
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So when you speak to me, speak to me politely
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I'm like a paycheck before you get fired
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You need me in the game, so basically I'm hired
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Bombin on you guys like Allen Iverson
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They like damn, here's this guy again
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He's on fire, we need a fire hydrant then
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His screw's loose, get some plyers in and tighten them.
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[Classified:]
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Yea, don't matter where you from
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Where you came or where you're goin
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Keep it movin, get em movin
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Haha I'm ready for it all
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Got my back against the wall
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But I'm ready, never fall
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They call this hip hop
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[B.O.B.:]
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It's the game that pays me
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But somehow lately the game's been crazy
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Ya I'm an 80's baby
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So ya my momma made me but hip hop raised me
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(Jay-Z sample)
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Paid for school but you can't buy class [x4]
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They Call This (Hip Hop)
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Classified |