Spike Lee..
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WAKE UP!!!!!!!!
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Yeah, word
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(Do you know, where you're goin to) Yes
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(Do you like the things that life is showin you) Uhh, industry uh
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(Where are you goin to) Uh
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[Erick Sermon]
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Aiyyo what's goin on y'all (nuttin) whassup?
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It's a few things you should know so let's touch up (okay)
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I was once one of y'all, I admit
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But I never judge a book by it's cover, mine was ripped
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Look, most of y'all was a first class member
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And now you're gone and it's past November
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Word to Wyclef, I test the best
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to go against the industry, without plan B
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And don't count those that made it
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Even those one hundred million bucks still don't equal up
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Yo, where you live, you got a crib?
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I bet you got some brand Timbs, car got brand new rims
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Look, it happened to Prince, it happened to Michael
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It happened to Bobby, it happened to Whitney, is y'all wit me?
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Yo, things go wrong when there's no hit song
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This chorus made for you, so y'all sing along, come on
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[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
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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 goin through)
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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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[Erick Sermon]
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Second, aiyyo I done checked the Vibe on any Rap Sheet
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It's the same beefs, even athletes (uh-huh)
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There's five types of ballplayers
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Volley, foot, soocer, basket, base - all in the same race (to win)
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What happen when the clock stop (uh?)
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Injury, and no more wicked jump shots (two!)
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ESPN ends...
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There goes your 2 million fans and there goes your friends (uh-huh)
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They don't care who you are and what you did
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You a "Where Are They Now?" VH-1 type kid (it's over)
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Major fact is, all the actors mad
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Cause they Rolls been takin by rappers
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"How High?" You thought you had it all figured out
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Get the car, get the truck, and then get the house (uh-huh)
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Touchy subject, I ain't wanna paint this picture
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But Picasso's dead, so I did it instead, do you know
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[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
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[Erick Sermon]
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Listen, uh-huh
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This is for the nine to five worker, or nine to five hustler
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That had to make ends meet, in the kitchen or the street
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I wish drugs was food and water was liquor
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So you'd kick back, kill thirst and not kill niggaz
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Every real gangsters dies
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Tony, Al Capone, Gotti, Bonnie & Clyde
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It's almost done for you, it's about to end
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Either linin six by two, or live in a 8 by 10 of sin
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[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
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[Sermon]
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Yeah, wake up, serious, yeah
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Huh, do you know
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Do You Know
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Erick Sermon |