*featuring Memphis Bleek
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[Jay-Z]
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Yeah...
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Come experience... life as we know it
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As some of you should know it, yeah, yeah
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Place, Marcy, Brooklyn
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Actions... well, y'all know the actions
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Uhh, I got this shorty on my block always clockin my rocks
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He likes the style and profile I think he wanna mock
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He likes the way I walk, he sees my money talkin
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to honies hawkin I'm the hottest nigga in New York and
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I see his hunger pains, I know his blood boils
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He wanna, run with me, I know this kid'll be loyal
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I watched him make a few ends, to cop his little sneakers and gear
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then it's just enough for re-up again
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I see myself in his eyes, I moved from Levi's
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to Guess to Versace, now it's diamonds like Liberace
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That's just the natural cycle, nobody wanna be like Michael
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where I'm from, just them niggaz who banned from a gun
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We out here trying to make hard white into cohhhhld green
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I can help shorty blow out like Afro-Sheen
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Plus I can relive my days of youth which is gone
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That little nigga's peeps, it's time to put him on
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[Chorus: Jay-Z and Memphis Bleek]
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It's time to come up (and hold my own weight, defend my crown)
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Gots to lock it down and when they rush (stand my ground)
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It's time to come up (stick up my chest, and make some loot)
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Gots to lock it down and when they rush (stand on my own two)
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[Memphis Bleek]
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I'm out here slingin bringin the drama, tryin to come up
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in the game and add a couple of dollar signs to my name
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I'm out here servin disturbin the peace, life could be better
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like my man reclined in plush leather seats
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He's sellin weight, I'm sellin eight... balls
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sixteen tryin to graduate to pushin quarters y'all
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I ain't gon' sweat him I'ma let him come to me
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If he give me the nod then these niggaz gon' see
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I'm tired of bein out here round the clock
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and breakin day, and chasin crackers up the block for my pay
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I'm stayin fresh, so chickens check
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I'm tryin to step up to the next level, pushin Vettes to the Jets
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Diamonds reflect from the sun, directly in your equilibirum
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and stunned I'm waitin for my day to come
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I got the urge, to splurge, I don't wanna lifetime sentence
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just give me the word
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[Chorus]
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[JZ] Hey fella I been watchin you clockin
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[MB] Who me holdin down this block it ain't nothin
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You the man nigga now stop frontin
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[JZ] Hahahh I like your style
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[MB] Nah, I like YO' style
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[JZ] Let's drive around awhile
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[MB] Cool nigga
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[JZ] Here's a thou'
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[MB] A G? I ride witchu for free
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I want the longterm riches and bitches
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[JZ] Have it all; now listen to me
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You let them other niggaz get the name, skip the fame
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Ten thou' or a hundred G keep yo' shit the same
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[MB] On the low?
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[JZ] Yeah, the only way to blow
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You let your shit bubble quietly
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[MB] AND THEN YOU BLOW!
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[JZ] Hey keep your cool
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The only way to peep a fool is let him show his hand
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Then you play your cards
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[MB] Then he through dealin I understand
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[JZ] Don't blow your dough on hotties
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[MB] The only thing I got in this world is my word and my nuts
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and won't break em for nobody!
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[JZ] Hah, I like resume, pick a day, you can start
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[MB] From now until death do us part...
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[Chorus 2X]
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Coming Of Age
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Jay-Z |