[Joell Ortiz]
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Yaowa!
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Lot been goin on these past three months
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If you don't mind, I'd like to share it with you
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Let's see, summer of oh-ten
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Well right before it kicked off I lost a really close friend
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Last time we kicked it was at a show in Coney Island
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Fucked with some bitches, I swear I miss my homie whylin
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That was bad enough news, like I needed to hear more
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Mr. Marshall Mathers is interested in us four
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"Us four" being Crooked I, Joe Budden
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Royce and myself, but I swear it's always somethin
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When the talks got real, E-1 started frontin
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Tryin to cockblock but we handled that, it's nothin
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Listen close, hear it from the horse's mouth, it's crazy
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The deal ain't finalized but yeah, Slaughterhouse and Shady
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Shows been gettin better, Highline was retarded
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When Fat Joe came out New York City went bonkers
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Styles P came out and put it down for all of Yonkers
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Even Sean Paul ripped it after twistin up the ganja
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Closed the show with Jim Jones, you know "Nissan, Honda,
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Chevy" had the fans Andretti, that's a monster
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Wish I coulda spit that on the stage at Summer Jam
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Can't complain though, that verse helped me scoop a couple grand
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Aside from the music, yeah, copped a new apartment
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Two bedroom joint, nothin fancy, lil' carpet
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Marble in the kitchen, cool walk-in closet
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A paintin here and there, somethin simple for an artist
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If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
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Well then feel sorry for me cause I had more than one
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Like E-1 and Slaughterhouse single, I lost +The One+
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Before the us and Pharoahe Monch Canada tour was done
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I argue with her like, "Bein insecure is dumb
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The only thing that I could get from all these whores is cum"
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We did the Skype thing in my bunk on late nights
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Always started cool but ended in the same fight
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Why I ain't pickin up the phone once again
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It only takes a second to reply to BBM
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Baby I don't know what to say
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Maybe it was the 20-hour drive from MontrA¨Ïal to Thunder Bay
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Maybe my phone died, maybe I'm sound checkin
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Maybe I'm on stage goin in for the crowd sweatin
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Either way it's over, you failed to understand
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You was dealin with a star, not your average brother man
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On another note, I got to kick it with my sons
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Up in Dave & Buster's winnin tickets, it was fun
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Did Rockaway Beach, played some frisbee in the sun
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At summer camp they had a Track and Field Olympics and they won
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I took it down to Miami on the 4th
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Wobbled out a mansion and did cameo of course
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Shit I brought to the telly looked like panties on a horse
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Freak brain, this bitch said "Nigga, ram me 'til I cough!"
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I gotta call the bitch but yeah, Flex see that I'm focused
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Droppin bombs like I did to get rid of the roaches
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Feels good bein Puerto Rican from the pro-jects
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And countries overseas havin a ball like my cojones
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This summer I did well settin up for oh-eleven
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Comin up on a year my granny said hello to Heaven
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My moms still goin through it, e'ry now and then she cries
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I'm tryin to bring a different set of tears into her eyes
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"Free Agent" is FIRE! The world gon' see it's tough
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I'ma drop the "Yaowa" mixtape with Green to heat it up
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Shout to ICU, the documentary is nuts
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Some people on there gone, a lot of memories, but yup
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Gotta keep it pushin though the ride gets bumpy
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I'ma keep whippin until I get money
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Hate to be so blunt, but I came up extra poor
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Borrowed from next door, couldn't get ketchup from the store
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The butt of all the jokes cause of the rejects that I wore
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Matching perfectly with all the V-necks that I tore
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But nope, not no more, my feet keep the sickest kicks
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Still doin V-necks but nowadays my shit is crisp
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I'm comin for the title boys, hope you niggaz rhyme
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I'm treatin this like high school, "A" game every time
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Let you niggaz party, go on vaca', I'ma grind
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'Til e'ry verse I kick is like Pele in his prime
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Y'all don't want a war, be screamin mayday with a nine
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Your thought caliber's no MATCH for this AK in my mind
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Don't get clapped, like sex with a dirty slut
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When I'm done with rap, they gon' hang your boy jersey up
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Cause I done been an all-star on all bars |