[Notorious B.I.G:]
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I went from construction Timbs, to Ac's with rims
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Flippin mix tapes - to bitches feedin me grapes
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Peep my mind state, Big Poppa flow is lethal
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That weed wanna make my ass wanna kill four people
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Fuck the game, gimme the chain and the Range
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My niggaz up to par, drop-top Jaguars
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Lock on you when you step in the car
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Lock-whole you when you step in the car
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That's the superstar status apparatus, more wins than Cassius
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Cease roll the hashes in the pocket with the 9
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Roll up the whole dime, as my seats recline
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I want a presidential Roley, so I crush MC's to guacamole
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Makin Robin scream, "holy moley"
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Big Poppa, fuck a cape I'm that Paper Crusader
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Playin Sega in the wide body Blazer
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[Coolio:]
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I shot dice with a preacher and drank yak with a pastor
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So I see myself and I know, my own lord and master
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When your ass was born it was all on the own and
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When it's time to die you'll be all alone so
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Open up your mind, ball up your knuckle bone and
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Start takin care of your own, nigga
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Everybody's schemin with the nature of a sinner
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So I look inside myself to gather strength from the inner
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I gots to fight back against the powers that be
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Cause the powers that be be, tryin to fight me
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Standin at the crossroad but I wasn't by myself
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Some take the right and, some take the left
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But lo and behold, what do I see?
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In the distance, some resistance
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[Chorus]
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[Redman:]
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It's that Funkadelic, funk Doctor Spock impale it
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Fuck the vest niggaz better start puttin on helmets
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I roam the streets where there's no peace, relax
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Funk comin in stacks, bullets comin from gats
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So I duck, lyrical buck buck get stuck
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I'm jammin like Smuckers for all you motherfuckers
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That cause the ruckus, then I fix a few snitches
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BLA-DOW! Plus my style cock like new bitches
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I roll with forward high punches, spit a flame like Liu Kang
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Burnin yo' membranes, when the wind change
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Mad explicit was lifted, my scriptures
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Leavin your mic boney like that +Tale of the Crypt+ bitch
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Uhh! All y'all niggaz suck my balls one time
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While I unwind I'm bustin yo' ass counter-clockwise
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I get dumb, and dumber while your vision blur
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For all the loooos-errssss
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[I'll Al Skratch:]
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Aiyyo mayday, mayday
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Raise the white flag, let the pants sag
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Fuck the drag, I'm a puff a whole bag
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It's low down and I'm low-key
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Now O.G. niggaz know me (true)
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So take it easy, let's dance
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[Mike:]
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It ain't surprisin, these motherfuckers still hatin
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They must don't know, I ain't that nigga to be played with
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Different stages, way back in eighty-eight
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Bet a nigga like Mike'll stomp the head of a snake
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My voice was felt, when my feet hit the ground
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And fate is fair, when my heat made a sound
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Now, how did I relate what's gonna fall
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When my niggaz made the fuckin "Final Call"?
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It ain't no sunshine, it ain't no sunshine
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It's like yea yea yea yea, yea yea yea yea
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Yea yea yea yea yeahh, it's like that
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[Busta Rhymes:]
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Hey YOU - don't you dare give me no type of argument
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All these devils are mad because we be the most dominant
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Hey, hit you with fatness, represent my blackness
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Run up on devils like a savage in pursuit of happiness
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You better believe everytime we come, we come hard
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The undisputed truth is that the black man is God
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Now everytime I turn around my people start subtractin
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They cause this shit then they wonder why we start overreactin
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Hey-ey-ey! You can pick and choose it
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Right before you lose it, I'm a hit you with my music
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I'm fightin up sheisters [?] with my cyanide
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Watch me go inside, please give me room, yo step aside, HA!
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Those who commit the ultimate crimes
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Bitches run around like snitches out there droppin dimes
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Get yo' shit tossed by my hammer, the survivalist
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Represent the next black man
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[Buckshot:]
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I stepped in the jam with the God on my side
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And the God S.T. is still waitin in the ride
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So I, step to the DJ and tell the DJ
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Yo throw the wax on - how many MC's must get dead?
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[Bone Thugs-N-Harmony:]
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Putting your shit in the pave Hitting them mean with the guage
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Me Lil' Lay with Rip, Kray, Straight Go |