I WAS..
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[Pos]
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.. on my way, to the disco
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You know the club, Maseo was rockin rub that night
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Midnight to four, name at the door
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but the whole crew I can get in as well
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So I got on my cell, called my nigga C. Smith
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Let this be a jam that we need not miss
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"Yeah I'm already en route," no doubt
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Might even jump up on the mic
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to make sure that this party's turned out
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And we some punctual types, on time, look for the line
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to stand we find girls screamin the blues
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Miscellaneous shoes everywhere
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"Yo Mase, what happened here?"
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("Go Brooklyn!") Yo Brooklyn, y'all know the rules
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Bump ?? people and out come the tools
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Ain't been a fair fight since the creation of crews
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and that's why them dudes hearts all pumped
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Done closed the club down,
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cause one of they niggaz got jumped
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** Jump, jump, jump to it! **
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Uh-huh, you heard the hook
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No matter you Braveheart or shook
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You can catch a bottle from the right, tap to the left
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Kicks to the mids relievin you of breath
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I seen it done sloppy, seen it organized
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Some saw it comin and for others it was SURPRISE
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Catch a swollen eye and blood loss, courtesy of the
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** Jump, jump, jump to it! **
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** Jump, jump, jump to it! **
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[Dove]
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Yo! When they put the contracts out, bats and chairs included
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Chicks can get into it - 'specially pretty broads
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My New York City dawgs seem to master the art
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When you hear the ("WHOO!") that's when the bullshit'll start
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It only takes a second less you got on ice
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Just for wearin your chain in they club, they'll beat you twice
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Served with fried rice, you get a can of whoop ass
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My only advice is don't fall and book ass
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For the nigga who slip, don't fall in a position
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where your lip'll catch a hickie (girl they'll fuck your mascara)
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Shoot, go and ask Tara, just for havin good hair
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man they left her ass cute, pulled it dead out the roots (ARRRGH!!)
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It's never one or two of 'em, they headin out in troops
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Timbos, hoodies loose over jumpsuits
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Waitin for the first vic to disrespect
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Catch a double-dutch rope around your neck in the midst of the
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** Jump, jump, jump to it! **
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** Jump, jump, jump to it! **
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** Jump, jump, jump to it! **
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** Jump, jump, jump to it! **
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[Pos]
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It's schematically plotted out to break hearts and bodies
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and ya best believe we came to party
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Don't cause trouble but still can find double the crew
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against you and your peeps and leap-like-frogs on ya
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for reasons like - not in the right part of town
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actin like you wore a crown
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Some occasions long and mean to earn the right
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to throw signs wearin only one color scheme
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And bein positive is no exclusion
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That's an illusion - you can still catch contusions
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for flossin your hard-earned shine
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I'm talkin games ?? ?? the longest
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then it's some other niggaz time
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You'll get beat out of your mind just for rage
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Shit my black ass almost got pulled off stage
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Just for holdin it down on the mic, you could be talkin,
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"Black people unite," and still catch a lump from the
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** Jump, jump, jump to it! **
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** Jump, jump, jump to it! **
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** Jump, jump, jump to it! **
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** Jump, jump, jump to it! **
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[Maseo]
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Yo, it's this joint, called the art of getting jumped
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We had to put this one on the album y'know?
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Yeah - this is dedicated
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to them punk motherfuckers out in Germany
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That Turkish gang that jumped me up in the fuckin club
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Tried to knock me senseless
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They just couldn't get me though
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That's why I second round outside on 'em
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Pull out some fuckin guns - punk bastards
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and that's why my ass was hidin under the bridge (HAHAHAHA)
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The Art of Getting Jumped
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De La Soul |