[Lord Finesse]
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Check it out, for those that know me
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Ya wonder why I always play low key
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I know I got people and fans that like me
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But all the noise and attention don't excite me
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So I just lounge and play the D.L
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In the crib with just me and a female
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I'm still slick besides the others
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Cause a player like me
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Yo, I'm smoother than the Isley Brothers
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When I'm on the scene I get feedback
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Brothers runnin up, wassup, where you be at?
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I be by myself just coolin
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Cause I don't have time to sweat what someone else is doin
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Cause their not equal to me
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I got places to go, money to make, people to see
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What'cha gonna do
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The man is comin through
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(You got it goin on)
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Hey yo, that ain't nothin new
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But my fame is stressin others
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So you always got some that always wanna test a brother
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But I'm wildin at home kid
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I'm straight makin papes, so tell me what ya problem is
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Ya talk about unity, but when I turn my back
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You talkin about what ya wanna do to me
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Yeah, you could keep riffin
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I ain't the one, I sent ya home with ya teeth missin
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So stop runnin at the mouth
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Straight up and down
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You, you know what I'm about
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Knockin brothers off
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Knockin brohters out (3X)
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Yo, you know what I'm about(repeat all 2X)
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[Lord Finesse]
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I'm out to get dough
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Makin brothers petro
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Some suckas don't like me
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But I could care less though
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Cause I'm a command y'all
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I'm smackin' brothers up like Puerto Ricans play handball
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But I ain't the funny type that joke around, huh
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I gotta get my money right
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And I got the right game
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I'm definetely the wrong man to invite to a dice game
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Cause I got strategy
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I'm rollin head cracks, trips
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And makin all the brothers mad at me
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They might as well give up
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The way I'm takin all the dough, this might as well be a stick up
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Cause it's a mans thing
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The way I got things sold
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Yo, they can't do a damn thing
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Tryin to gain props
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I ain't the one to see
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Ya clowns mess around and get played like a drum machine
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You gotta find a better way
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I'm pullin everything from your car to your resume
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Cause I don't play clown
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I'm tryin to get mine
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That's why my face stay frown
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I don't smile or try to play my foul
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I light your boys like ?tile?
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Hey yo, you know my style
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So just slow down, cause y'all can't throw down
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And y'all can't accept that a brothers makin dough now
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And I'm livin better, true
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I makin more noise than the loudest heavy metal group
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It's the cool man, brother with the smooth plan
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That's why I'm seeing more papers than a newstand
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So peep it, don't try to run and speak it
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Point blank that keep my way about secret
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While brothers is packin still, actin ill
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I'm on the D.L, with a female
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And I'm stackin bills
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How ya livin? Yeah I'm livin swell
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Cause a brother like me
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Yo I'm ringin bells
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No doubt, I got clout
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Ain't no future in frontin
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Yo, you know what I'm about
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Knockin brothers off
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Knockin brothers out (3X)
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Yo, you know what I'm about(repeat all 2X)
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You Know What I'm About
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Lord Finesse |