[Intro: Tak]
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Yeah, Ryu and Tak
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Yeah, Ryu and Tak (S.O.B.)
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Yeah, Ryu and Tak, Demigodz
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Green Lantern, Scoop DeVille
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This kid is only 17, man
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He's about to be a problem
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[Chorus]
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So let's get right to it and groove
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It ain't nothin but a thing to get ya people to move
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Gotta lovin the way we swing when we step on the scene
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You know we kill it, goin all out, we about to {"G-g-g-g-g-get it!"}
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[Ryu]
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Yo, it's in my blood, I was born to spit it
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The coroner has kept me warm through the storms of winter
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Ignored the pain and struggle when it's time for dinner
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We huddle together and grind, rain or shine
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Survive the weather, forget about changin spinners
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Throw me a bone, I'm just tryin to raise my litter
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It made me bitter, eventually made me sicker
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So when the heat's on we don't get pre-game jitters, uh-uh
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We go to work man, diggin in dirt
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We took 'em to church, we're checkin in some teenage strippers
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Livin life by the seat of my pants and three-peated
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We champs, undefeated we can't, lose ever
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Whoever want it with us better roll with a camp
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You trust to cover your ass when your asses can't
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Huh, so bottom's up, here's one for the crew
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Put some liquor in your gut and tell me what you wanna do, sing it
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[Interlude: Ryu (Tak)]
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S - for every sucker left behind
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O - what they were yellin when I bust a rhyme
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B - best believe when it's time to get it
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We grind and jet cause we ain't got time to kick it, no!
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(S - for the drunk sexy women)
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(O - sippin Jack with some Pepsi in it)
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B - best believe when it's time to get it
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We grind and jet cause we ain't got time to kick it, no!
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[Chorus]
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[Tak]
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Wow, look at 'em now, their mouths are closed
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We done came a long way since 2004
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Spilled "Bleach" got the whole entire crowd exposed
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The fumes leakin in the street, throwin down them 'bows, whoa
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We on the job, the run with the mob
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The fake faзades to get it just to make new large
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I roll a, seven to nine just to break the yards
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And step in your mind and unfold the great bizarre
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Hit the kill switch, yeah, found my hitch
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I'm on the pitcher's mound for now, it's me and Will Smith
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Finally overseas, I sneak in the mattress
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Ain't nothin like a sweet club freak with an accent
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We out gettin bent makin dollar amounts
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So if you with me let me see you raise your bottomless shots, say it
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[Interlude]
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[Chorus]
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[Holly Brook (Mike Shinoda)]
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Gonna be somebody (for anybody tellin me I can't)
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Gonna be someone (for anyone who told me I had no chance)
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Gonna be somebody (I'm tellin you the time has come - like that)
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Gonna be someone (and maybe you'll get it when I'm finally done)
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Get It
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| Fort Minor |
