[Verse 1]
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Look I'm on a war path
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Tell the opposition
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Naw keep it to your self, I'm my only competitions
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But keep the hate coming
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I love the criticism
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But understand I'm successful by my own admission
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I never had shit
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But a bad bitch
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Naw let me stop lying mostly they was average
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If you'd say my voice would be heard by the masses
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A dust head nigga from jerz I wouldn't grasp it
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Questions you can ask it
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Teamed up with the classics
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Working on a classic, smash hits, and that's it
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Maybe niggas thought my knees gonna buckle
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Newport in my mouth with two g's on the buckle
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Got more now then them few g's when I hustle
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Spanish broad with them two d's like I love you
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But sexy lady it was nice to know you gotta move on
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They can't chink my armor a nigga to strong
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I think niggas is shady but the proofs gone
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I put the jewls on case fools thought it was gone you've been warned
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[Verse 2]
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I tried to told dudes way back in 02
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That eventually the game would go back to being soul food
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I mean soulful while everything is woeful
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I try to stay fresh like whole foods on the pro tool
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But Mista F-A-B wanna mention him
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Fell the fuck off I won't mention him
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Only respect one Fab and I'm friends with him
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Phonte back out I guess nigga pumped sense in him
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They when in pumped slugs in my little brother
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But dog I still love little brother
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This other guy ain't know whose dude
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Got glued to you tube I hit jin asked him if he digested his food smooth
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How you beef with Joey did queer with out ears to say he ain't show out of fear
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Heclif ain't scared of the old me
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The nerve of the young fork
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Yosemite Sam is getting gun hoe
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Nigga bank account got one o
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He could snort lines with his dick and won't come dope
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They stringing you along
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Don't take it and try to jump rope
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Dog this how you know you shouldn't feel glory
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Cause I ain't even show and end up being the story I'm sorry
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[Verse 3]
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Mic check
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I need it to be known
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I'm grown
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I'm on some next shit
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I'm thinking oil money, Texas
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Not a necklace
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You gotta to shot at mom dukes
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Before the techs spit
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I don't go out looking for drama like the feds did
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Music with a message
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But I'm no back packer
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Some vengefulness in me
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But I'm no back stabber
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No baller in the strip clubs I'm throwing cash at her
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I'm trying to help shorty and her goals attach faster
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Was insecure growing up
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Niggas laughed at her
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Now she things she got some self worth because her ass' fatter
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I told her give yourself the hay suss so
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Next time that chain you up you can brake through those
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Nigga call you out your name mommy break dude nose
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Gotta get you where you going might take you slow
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Maybe bend
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But never let'em make you fold
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Except your short coming baby
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They gone make you whole
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I'm gone
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Thou Shall Not Fall
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Joe Budden |