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zuò qǔ : Tarik Trotter Ahmir Thompson Leonard Hubbard |
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zuò cí : Dorsey, Hubbard, Thompson ... |
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Uh huh uh |
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And it weights a ton ' riq geez motherfuckers |
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I' m a son of a gun |
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Black master of any trade under the sun |
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Talk sharp like a razor blade under the tongue clear my path and come get your captain hung |
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Trying to breath like black' ll collapse your lungs |
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Young chump you could choke off the web |
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I spun I done cleared ' em out from the threat |
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I brung You done heard about what set |
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I' m from My nigga, wordamouth little ruleathumb |
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Y' all better bow down when the ruler come |
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I' m a real hood nigga not a hoodalum |
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The way Thought put it down be confusin' some of y' all cats can' t walk while chewin' your gum ' n all |
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With a keyboard got do with a drum ' n all |
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School ' em on stage like |
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I' m doin' a seminar |
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Professional type, |
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I' m adjusting my mic |
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Go to war kid |
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I' ll give you any weapon you like |
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Give you something to run from , bust off your dumdum |
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Stop kid, that hot shit you know where it come from |
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It' s philly worldwide phenomenom |
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And reinforcin' that shit is my 9to5 |
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And when I finish making you recognize |
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I' m getin' at a couple civilized women that' s tryin' to ride |
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You were waitin' on the raw to come off the oil |
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You wanna get the bitches up off the wall |
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Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself |
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To keep you in health, this for all of y' all |
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I' m quick on the draw like |
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Black McGraw |
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And I can' t tell what y' all cats rappin' for |
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My name ' riq geez and |
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I' m back for more |
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To get more chips than the corner store with a portrait of |
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Malcom X on the door while |
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I' m eatin' |
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MCs like a carnivore |
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Matter fact, ease back ' fore you get harmed |
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Ring the, warning horn when |
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I' m gon' perform |
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The first nigga that move, or disturb the goove |
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I' m a have y' all flicks on the evening news |
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Play y' all part get on y' all |
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P' s and Q' s |
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And when y' all think |
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Thought, be prepared to lose |
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Bring money to spend and somebody to lend |
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And some worthwhile money not twenties and tens |
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Get took for your tuck right in front of your ' hens |
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Who coulda help you nigga, not none of ya friends |
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Because, I put a black fist under ya chin |
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Have your physical remains found under the pen |
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If I' m coming up in the place, |
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I' m coming to win |
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Wasn' t in it for a minute, now |
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I' m dumbin' again ' riq geez ock, y' all can chat what y' all please |
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Receive what |
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I' m gonna give back to y' all please ' cuz y' all don' t really wanna get clapped with all these |
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My man, you can take y' all strap when y' all leave |
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You see the squad come in the place, they all freeze |
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Ice cold, with his mellow cool breeze |
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MCs, never showed loyalty yet |
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Kool Herc ain' t never get a royalty check |
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I do work, no question, and bomb your set |
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I' m calm collect, sharp like my name |
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Gillette R |
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IP my man |
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Gillette Until |
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I touch the mic, y' all people ain' t seen danger yet |
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I' m a decorated vet, |
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I regulate and wreck |
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Never hesitated yet, |
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I' m gettin' heavy weighted checks |
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If you would dare ask if |
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I' m dedicated yes |
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I spit, live rounds that would penetrate a vest |
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Nigga, take ya seats |
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I' m a demonstrate a test |
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How to freak the beats, so gangsta fresh |
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And it thump, from the east coast to |
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Bangladesh |
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Big bank, willy gank smoke the thing to death |
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But hold tight, cuz it' s not over yet |
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I don' t even feel like |
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I' m not sober yet |
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And it ring like shots in the projects new year' s eve |
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And it ain' t even |
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October yet |
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I' m a big bounty hunter like |
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Boba Fett |
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Y' all more shell shocked then a soldier get |
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If the prize in my sights then |
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I' m goin' for this |
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Whoo whoo ' riq geez be the ultimate |
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I' m the corporate, give me the bulk of this ' riq set it on the magnetic ultra tip |
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Get down how you ' posed to get |
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I got nothing to lose, |
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I' m a killer with no regrets |
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I' m like young |
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LL, cuz I' m hard as hell |
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Makin' niggaz screw face like |
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Gargamel Now |
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I' m all out on my own like |
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Patty LaBelle |
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Put the pimp game down on your mademoiselle |
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Keep the beat goin' |
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Keep the beat goin' |