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* first single; send corrections to the typist
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[Intro: Children singing] (5X)
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"Ain't no second time to appreciate"
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[Verse 1: C.L. Smooth]
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First of all, you better count your blessings
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When you got C.L. now you got bad boy, your connections
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In return, while we live and we learn, then you know what it is
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To only build a bigger future for the kids
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In peace, in war, lets take it to the floor
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Every time we take two steps the crowd takes four
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Lay the heat, how I come to the street, how I cut through the beef
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Let me handle that, that's why you make me chief
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It's packed, what they want in this here
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Can we weather the storm, six minutes, C.L. Smooth you're on
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All the anger and the fear, was in the dressing room prayer
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That we came out to light it up and put it in the air
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That's real, so holler back at ya boy, step aside Leroy
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To all my ladies, who want tickets, enjoy, cause
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I spit it and you gotta get with it and you'll never forget it
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Yes, I want the best out, count 'em all
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[Chorus]
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"Ain't no second time to appreciate"
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To the fans and to all my people that supported us
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"Ain't no second time to appreciate"
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To the mama and the daddy and everything they taught us
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"Ain't no second time to appreciate"
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Tell them kids they gotta stay in school or ride with us
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"Ain't no second time to appreciate"
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When it all goes down, baby, All We Got Is Us
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[Verse 2: C.L. Smooth]
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You tell 'em this is history in the making, avoiding disasters
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This run is for the green jacket, I fit, the masters
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My crew havin' business, save, put it in through my office
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The security is tight and the secretary is gorgeous
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That's official, me and Pete in the lab, that's what they want
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Pushin that real hip hop, up to the front
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The game's been good to me, preserved my youth
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Not only, did it capture my goals and told me the truth
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Look out my hustle, made a living, paid and driven
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See why they tour around the world came to save us from prison
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It's great, I rather love than hate
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You think it fell out the sky, I'm here to tell you, why believe in faith
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Hard work, payin of and them wishes comin' true
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Bolt open and you out to lunch, and left us two
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Now you know we can't let that pass to get that cash
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We in the big numbers, count 'em all
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: C.L. Smooth]
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Why my Uncle Doc left me everything when he died, and
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When pop passed, two weeks later I cried, and
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When great grandma left it all went crazy now
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All I had left was grandma Pam, that's my baby
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Can't talk bad about me, she tell 'em, why we need to give her
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All those roses while she could smell 'em
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I live this moment used to stay how we was
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How my mother came to her in a dream and told her
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Corey will come out of this deep dark depression, stand by me
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Give my insight a resurrection and heal me
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And feel me, what you got is to love, got a thing
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This little woman who brought back the thug, let's grind
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Ghetto's Of The Mind while I'm in my prime
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I left, so y'all can catch up, I'm ahead of my time
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Your legacy and that lazy boy say it ain't fear
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My next generation triple my digits, add 'em up like
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[Chorus]
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Appreciate
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Pete Rock |