[INTRO: Kardinal Offishall (Saukrates)]
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Yo
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Yo Sauks
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(Yo what man, what up?)
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Last night man, last night I was out by this club, yo
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This man talking to me outside telling me how much he axe inside my ear
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Trying to stress the F.O.S. brothers nawhatImean?
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Know what I mean, talking about a whole bunch of de nuttin'
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Yo check this out man
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Yo check out what this go
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Check this out like this
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[Kardinal Offishall]
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Niggas is it what you do?
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Or what I'm thinking that I can accomplish?
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Either way I'mma dog your shit, because you ain't a hit
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Brother up there talking loud, you're rocking a crowd ain't nothing
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Freestyling and so what in the world are you think you going to do
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With that wack crew, your whole damn setup
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F.O.S. should get wet up 'cause those niggas don't let up
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Word up, they rock every show and they think they large
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Y'all niggas y'all talk to every hoe and think that how it go
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Well this is how it is, I'mma teach y'all nigs the biz
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While you claim to know the street when there's a barrel to your cheek
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Y'all niggas crying like you're sweeter than a box full of Pot of Gold chocolates
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Let me really tell you how it should be told
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Y'all niggas couldn't last up in the real world
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With real G's get shot and lyrics don't mean shit to a cop
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When y'all niggas do dat, for real dat one cap peel type shit
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The Nonce brothers might quit
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But until that point in time, keep going with your rhyme
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And I'm come to every show and make sure I drop dimes
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And yell aloud freestyle, in attempt to make you plop
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'Cause my shit don't stop until y'all niggas drop
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Word up
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[CHORUS x2: Kardinal Offishall (Female R&B)]
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You know it ain't right (right) (you know it ain't right]
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Haters try to copy but they can't (right right)
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(The mysteries in the night)
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The mysteries in the night got me flipping, evil players got me dipping
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Circle maintain outta sight (that's right)
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[Kardinal Offishall] (Saukrates)
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Yo Sauks, (what up?)
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Niggas think we can't kick this shit for real
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But I'mma let 'em know, quite how the show go
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Up inside the T-dot, oh yes the flex is genuine
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Ten individuals with the style imperial
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And we might pull ya gal, word up that's the Offishall style
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No doubt we in this to win this, I wrote the book and drink the Guinness
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And we made a stack waiting for y'all niggas to finish
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Your bitching, switching up your testimony every time
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Talking other shit 'cause he couldn't fuck with the line
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First we couldn't rap, now we can't get strapped
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Brother I don't get down like that, but Super G got my back
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And Y-Look got the headline, your girl got my waistline
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In time you will see the F.O.S. niggys
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Down straight from excellence, your pestilence
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Keeps pushing us to the top, yo brother it don't stop
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It don't stop y'all
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[CHORUS x2]
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[Kardinal Offishall]
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Just because you keep calling my name, momma that you know
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The Kardinal Mr. Lu doesn't run from a crew
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Ask my man Choclair
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If you test we'll tear your section in half to divide the aftermath
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The Circle rocks hard to maintain our title
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While you bustin' caps for nothing, we get paid for our recital
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Bitch, do not ever mess with the squad, I told u it don't stop 'til they kill hip-hop
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And even then we'll still rock for the heads that still with it
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And even if it's one, we'll get the job done
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Player, better wave your hands in the air
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So your crew can get dropped, for real it don't stop
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We'll still rock for the heads that still with it
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And even if it's one we'll get the job done
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Player, better wave your hands in the air
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So your crew can get dropped, for real it don't stop
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It don't stop y'all
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[CHORUS x3]
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[OUTRO: Kardinal Offishall (Female R&B)]
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Yeah yeah, on the Hill, come on
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(Mysteries in the night)
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Uh huh uh huh
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Forever baby, to the year 2G, know what I'm saying
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Word up we out
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Like that and uh, like this and uh
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Mysteries
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| Kardinal Offishall |
