LL Cool J]
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You ever get to the point where you so frustrated
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you ready to give up?
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You ready to end it all?
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Don't do it dog, word up
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I don't care if you black, white, latin, asian, whatever
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We all go through pain
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When you can't think.. use your soul baby
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Preliminary discussions is over with, the verdict is in
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I took the rap throne back
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I reigned like krills in eighty-seven, my name is on the map
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It feels like a razor down the middle of my back
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They slept on my lyrical ability to blow
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Gave another nigga credit for inventin my flow
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I'm a child of God, witness the risin son
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From the cradle to the grave, I remain number one
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This thing of ours, got competition takin red showers
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Grievin mothers callin 1-800-Flowers
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My repoitoire burn your ashes in the urn
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Is it God or money that really make the world turn?
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Grab your gun, seperate the ones from the real funds
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Inhale deep and hold it in your lungs
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The streets was requestin some original LL
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A soundtrack for niggaz that was raised in {hell}
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They lookin for a leader that can guide 'em through the maze
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Smoke filled rooms, breathin in purple haze
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Po' nigga's on the bricks his whole life
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He ain't got nuttin to live for, so fuckin livin right
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But if you stay in the rain like hurricane
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Gold melts down but it don't fear flames
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Toxic, lethal, psychologically evil
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Genocide was committed on the black people
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And the ghetto is a trap with glass walls
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Should I sell drugs, be a rap thug, or play ball?
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We end up in the grave anyway
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The average cat and LL Cool J
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It's a never ending cycle, life and death
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Until then may my mic stay blessed, to the death
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Chorus: LL Cool J
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I CAN'T THINK! Why do I feel I'm losin my mind?
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I CAN'T THINK! Could it be the ill beats and rhymes?
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I CAN'T THINK! Even though I'm a one of a kind
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I CAN'T THINK! I want the paper, that's just the bottom line
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I CAN'T THINK! Mo' murder every day around the way
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I CAN'T THINK! I'd rather get paid and parlay
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I CAN'T THINK! It's all about survival God
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{*scratched* - "You know the epilogue by James Todd" - Biggie Smalls}
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[LL Cool J]
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Put your life on the line, you runnin out of time
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The coroner's callin, she know she on a nigga mind
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Amongst the dogs, real cats is hard to find
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Even a nigga MOMS hate it when he start to shine
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Get the money and run, dodge the devil and his sons
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Spit powerful parables like a sermon has begun
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Fuck the turntables up, leave the DJ awestruck
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Attitude is WHAT, keep the razor blade tucked
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Too much flossin'll get your reputation touched
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Too much rappin'll get your big mouth shut
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Protect your neck nigga, you'll get it in the gut
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You wearin a vest? What if you get your throat cut
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Sold your soul for a dollar, now you havin bad luck
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Used to keep a bad bitch in the crib baggin up
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Player here, player there, nigga turned you out
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but never told you beware
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Never told you that black love supposed to be shared
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and you never judge a woman by the texture of her hair
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Fancy cars and gold teeth, G-strings and things
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The almighty dollar replace the wedding ring
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The Ark of the Covenant was held by a king
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I ain't tradin my soul in for skins and chrome rims
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Chorus
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[LL Cool J]
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Think about it yo, think about it
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Think about it yo, think about it
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Think about it yo, think about it
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Think about it yo, think about it!
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The dawn, of a new millenium, came to pass
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The world revolves around sex or cash
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The black man's motto, "Kiss my ass!"
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Shorties in kindergarten are strapped, ready to blast
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All I ever seen was killers and dopefiends
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From FEDS Magazine to the heart of killer Queens
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Bronx and Brooklyn and everything up in between
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No matter what, you always got a Judas on your team
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Givin it to the world and I'm tellin it like it is
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Tossin lyrical daggers and sendin em in your wig
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Know where the body's buried, I ain't sayin where it is
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Raised inside the ghetto, but damnit I WANNA LIVE!
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The legendary master of lyrical combat
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But ain't no competition, ain't nobody to go at
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So I'ma take the time and spit a universal verse
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Hit the streets with a blessin and erase the curse
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Chorus
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Can`t Think
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| LL Cool J |
