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No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now |
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The greatest B-Boy of all time, started from small crimes |
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While others had big tops I was slingin' small dimes |
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Tryin' to make the come up, the blow used to numb up |
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A few G's a week, my clique used to sum up |
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Till my brother got locked up, my girl got knocked up |
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My closest homies each, got popped up and shot up |
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And cops flood the block, no way to eat |
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So I dropped a half a G on a rented SP |
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1200 Sampler, and a Yamaha Four-Track |
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The bass from the lab used to blow the fuckin' door back |
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While Ghost was doin' stick-ups, tryin' to make a vic' up |
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Waitin' outside for the Brinks truck to pick up |
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Nothing would work, so we're back to choppin' nicks up |
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Givin' grown ass women two vials for a dick suck |
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When I was stressed I would head to the rest |
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Then the pads on the SP-12 got pressed |
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Makin' beats for the streets, so the family could eat |
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In '93, Wu-Tang Clan dropped their first LP |
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We went platinum, *whoo-peesh*, yeah we flatten 'em |
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Pockets got fat and um, went and got Cap and 'em |
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Staten's on the map and um, Brooklyn Zu is bombin' 'em |
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All around the world, Killa Beez start swarmin' 'em |
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You can't stop us, you can't block us |
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Rock us or mock us, knock us or top us |
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Better sit back and watch us... |
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Can't stop me man... |
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No matter how hard, you better go hard |
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So hard, if you gonna try and stop me now |
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I be ruckus to rhythm like the blocks be wild |
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Bad enough I got the cops tryin' to lock me down |
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Can't nobody break my stride or shake my pride |
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Without a homicide, case and trial |
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It's a long time comin', long nines bustin' |
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Cradle to the grave I be on my grind hustlin' |
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Sometimes when I think about it, have my mind buggin' |
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The shit that I been through, things that I've seen |
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The chicks that I ran through, places I've been |
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I'm a victim of the very song I sing |
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That's how it is in the heart of it, most want no part of it |
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Some will soothe the pain through booze and narcotics |
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I'mma hold my head, stay true to where my heart is |
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Either you pay with your life, or you pay dues and homage |
