| Ya’ll know what time it is
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| And Justus for All
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| Little Brother
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| It’s that time again
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| Time to get loose
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| Time to give it to em'
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| We gon' keep doin' our thing
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| Get it right to the people
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| Yeah, let’s get it goin'
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| Yo, give the drummer some, Pipe down, give the plumber some
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| You are checking out the number one
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| Assassinator of lame ducks
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| Phontigga got the game tucked like a cumberbund
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| Young C, we got another one
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| Giving these niggas another run for their money
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| I’m the crap table when them dice get hot
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| Phonte the sure shot you put your money on
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| People wanna ask Tay, «Why you so mad?»
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| I say it’s cause comfortable niggas like you ain’t mad enough
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| The war for our minds, just intensified
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| We got bigger fish to fry, nigga so batter up
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| We on the battlefield with the monsters, man
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| Pretty soon your own thoughts gonna be contraband
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| They can harass, arrest, abuse, and try to knock us
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| As long as we got breath, man, they can’t stop us
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| A dedication to all the DJs keepin our music alive
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| All the people wantin' real Hip-Hop all over the world
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| As long as we out here doing out thing
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| They won’t be able to shut us down, baby
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| This what we do, man
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| It’s who we are, it’s us, right here
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| Fuck out of here, I just started gettin' mine
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| Niggas got they hands out like an All State sign
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| Where were they when I was down on my luck?
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| Now they beggin' for change
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| Them niggas came wit a squeegee and a cup
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| Another one is bitin' the dust; |
| tables turned
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| I’m the man now, bitches fightin' over to fuck
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| See the best in New York is in the South
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| I gained a few pounds, no the overweight lover’s in the house
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| Shades on, I’m ready to stunt; |
| Ladies love me
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| You couldn’t pay a broad enough money to front
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| Not a chance, this nigga is nice; |
| I was a «Thriller»
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| Way before Michael Jackson teamed up with Vincent Price
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| You mad and you ready to fight?
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| I’m buffin your face on sides til you resemeble a knife
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| You lost twice, lick your wounds and bounce
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| Chaundon is the reoccurring name when the winner is announced
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| Some say I ain’t reach my peak
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| Most niggas max out after one year in the street
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| So you made a little tape, got a little pay
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| Nigga think he straight, til' he taste defeat
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| I see you in the mall next week, not a peep
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| Sellin' back change, cuz your ass can’t eat
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| Listen, the game ain’t built for the weak
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| Hammurabi Code, we don’t turn the other cheek
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| The most consistent, the most complete
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| And still I got niggas tryna play me cheap
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| That ain’t a good look, you ain’t heard I’m a good cook
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| And keep plenty recipes in my rap book
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| Most shook when they hear my name
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| It must be the skill, cuz I’m lacking the fame
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| There’s plenty of areas, where I could place the blame
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| I wouldn’t be a man if I asked for change
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| I’d like to thank, all of the people
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| That’s been ridin' and supportin' Little Brother
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| For the past five, six years
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| Also wanna thank all them hatin' muh’fuckers
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| That’s been downin' us for the past five, six years
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| Ha, I love it, ha, I love it |