(feat. Lil Mizzo)
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[Chorus: female singer + (DMC)]
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Goodbye (And I would never ever say)
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Goodbye (Yo yo yo yeah, uhh, yeah.. and I would never ever say)
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Goodbye (Woo - and I would never ever say)
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Bye bye (I gotta, I gotta)
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[DMC]
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Yo yo, who know the game like me, who seen it change like me
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I'm the MC'n O.G. from the N.Y.C.
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And I ain't never leave the streets, the ghetto made me conscious
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And I've been doin it since you rappin cats was still in diapers
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But it seems to me these cats are gettin too big for their britches
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And they're barkin up the wrong tree, callin my women bitches
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I remember - when we used to rhyme in the park
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But things have changed, now they bustin shots after dark
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Now that's a shame - these youngsters see me in the streets
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Ask me O.G. how you do it make it seem like nothin to it
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Well I never lost a dream, the hustle's still inside of me
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And never even departed me, this rap shit didn't father me
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I gave birth to a lot of MC's on this earth
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But they're too blind to recognize the truth and it hurts
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What would you do if I said goodbye and watched the game crumble
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But believe me, they tease me, this rap shit needs me
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[Chorus minus some ad libs]
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[DMC]
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I see you, Lil Mizzo
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Tell you somethin, check it
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[Lil Mizzo]
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Aiyyo I never leave the game, how could I
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When there's so much to accomplish than bein broke and stuck in the projects
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Come through in a green M-3, niggaz dickridin
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Like "Damn, how he do a song with DMC?"
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Don't worry about it, just know I'm in the game now
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He was such a cute kid, why he sellin cocaine now
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But struggling's past tense, I'm rappin now, bought myself a house
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with a swimming pool, backyard and a glass fence
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There's no time for celebration, mind elevation
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If you ain't searchin for money what the hell are you chasin?
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Go against ICU I'll put this barrel to your back
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You know who this is, Lil Mizzo and Darryl Mack
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I been a man since I got in the hood, flow so much niggaz get jealous
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Like I can't stand when he drop his hood
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How could you not respect Run-D.M.C.
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For bein the first rappers to get they handprints in Hollywood
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They deserve the respect of a legend, and I'm tryin hard
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I can be the best rapper in less than a second
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I'm takin over the industry, everybody knows us
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I'm only 17 but my mind is all grown up, so whassup
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[Chorus - same as before]
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[DMC]
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I would never leave the game my people love me too much
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Because rap is my baby and I watched it grow up
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Man I'm still here breathin, my eyes seein
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That these rapper cats deceivin, so don't believe 'em
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They got the nerve to rap about cars and iced out jewels
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Man you rented it from Jacob you ain't foolin me or schoolin D
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On how to MC, I be the pick of the litter
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I've been in the game many years but I'll still spit a winner
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Champ my people from the streets in Queens know I'm a hitter
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Knockin balls out the park, gettin physically fitter
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Don't duck too slow and don't jump too fast
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I roll with young soldiers who put a foot in your ass
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They be the new sensation, the next generation
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Hollis Queens, Dirty Jersey, California situation
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If I kiss the game goodbye, before I leave
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I would go and fix some fake MC's, I'm signin out DMC
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Goodbye
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[Chorus - same as before]
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Goodbye
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DMC |