(Verse 1: U-God)
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Yeah
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Tired of all this shit god
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Channel you wanna come out?
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Niggas betta respect this shit
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I see, I see the same ol' rap cats gettin real lame
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Same ol' funny cats
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Radio Cats
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Dummy Squads
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Get one gold record step in the party hard
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Like Tyson with ten body guards
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Quiet stormin, we still countin enourmous odds
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One enter this shit, in a sence represent
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Just the sun drenched the gods up
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Kept his law start date March 5th ninteen nintey nine
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Mighty Healthy, wealthy for fine
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Braveheart, veins, respect mines
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Before the war happened we connect to your glass spines
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And as we bash heads, clash nines, who said you could use my lines?
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Who said you could rock my Wu sings?
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The golden eye chastisment
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Supreme team shit
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Spy versus spy shit
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Small crimes comitted
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Tryin it wit my shines on
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Gimme mines
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Suppost to be comin wit proper flows son
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Over the hill, headed with thrill on elephants
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Till the buffalo guns
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The greatest of all times
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This time, I'm not go'n say no names
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If you not one of the same I suggest you
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(chorus)
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Stay in your lane
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Stay in your lane
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Stay off my stage, stay in your lane
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If you ain't from the grain
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If you ain't my main man like RZA
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Stay in your lane
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Stay in your lane
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(Verse 2: U-God)
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The run-away train double the sting
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Me and Edith stay beneath us
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Flip like Batman and Bruce Wayne
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Don't take my kindness for weakness
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36 peak shit
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Sweetness, ride the bridges skim the bubbles real fridged
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Don't get mad couse we lived it
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As our dog we don't trouble you
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Tell your bitch and your friends respect that "W" too
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Y'all make me sick
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Renegade chicks, strap a grenade to my dick
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This shit is feather
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Stuck in a high, but more callibre job
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To rip your best in half
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We arm wrestle you till you beg
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Pop your legs in the pretzel
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The one in the flames and came out the drain
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I suggest that you
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(chorus)
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Stay in your lane
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Stay in your lane
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Stay off my stage, stay in your lane
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If you ain't from the grain
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If you ain't my main man like RZA
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Stay in your lane
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Stay in your lane
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(Verse 3: U-God)
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The rain of Spain falls mainly on the plane
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Ready to bake this shit
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Snake verse crane
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Detrail me, hope I fell
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I'm hot on your tail people
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You can't be the light
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I came to Earth first by a meteorite
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Frog, analog non descript, I gently empty the clip
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Crack the whip, rip you from your lips to your hips
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Chip for some men off, you fake dreds
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Action bitches about me and my black belt degree in rappin
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I make a whole lot of shit happen
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The moister peal, oyster vapors
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Ember on papers
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Still scalpin
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Y'all piggy backin snakes
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Jiggy rap
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Shinin like 'Pac, a whole fuckin album
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This time, through the flames of triumph
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Through the flames of triumph
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I ain't go'n play no games
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I ain't go'n play no games but I suggest you
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(chorus)
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Stay in your lane
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Stay in your lane
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Stay in your lane
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Stay off my stage, stay in your lane
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If you ain't from the grain
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If you ain't my main man like RZA
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Stay in your lane
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Stay in your lane
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Stay in your lane
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Mothafucka stay in your lane
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You ain't from the grain
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If you ain't my main man like RZA
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Stay in your lane
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Stay in your lane
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Stay in your lane
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Stay in your fuckin lane
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Niggas
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Bang bang
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Stay in Your Lane
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U-God |