| If the globe stops spinnin and the sky falls down
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| And the wall on the mountain and the trumps make sounds
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| When the hands stop tickin and the holes rotten
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| And the sails get broken you’ll all be down
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| Yeahhh, gimme that water baby
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| It’s gonna drive me crazy, better watch yo' back here playa
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| Yeahhh, gimme that water baby
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| It’s gonna drive me crazy, better watch yo' back here playa
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| Stuck in the game, passin the flames on these lames
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| Never could fade me, enter my wall of shame
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| Hotter then lava, and the sound of the kitchen cajan mayne
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| Maintain the main thang, blame, it is a mystical frame
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| Enter the circle, exit quicker than aim
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| Slums up in the barrio, baby I guess I’m a bum, hey
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| Come for me momma, it ain’t nothin but legitimate rhyme skills
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| And baby as we represent the one all the way
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| In the circumference, dunn-dunny gimme the money
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| Hun-ga-ry motherfuckers, say what? |
| I’m still sunny
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| Bizzy he does it, what was it? |
| What is it?
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| Hittin 'em harder in the bank, inquisitive with the straight saints
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| Daintily in the ain’t, is followin the bears
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| Inquisit me, is you crazy? |
| I know you know what it is
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| It’s just a starter, if I’m a martyr, give me my paper
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| Knee-deep like sheep, these wolves, they can’t escape us
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| One time
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| Holla back, you gimme the rhythm, I hit 'em up in that Ac'
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| And I hit 'em up in that back, if need be, the mac
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| Slack? |
| Never, put it on the 12th of September
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| You better get everything you need, remember — one time
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| Baby boy feelin the clout, gimme the music properly
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| Yes, I’m God’s property, monopoly, who gonna stop me?
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| Nobody, gettin in 'em, we winnin, seein the women
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| Venomous in the minimum, baby boy as we sendin 'em
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| Endin 'em in the beginnin, renderin what they want
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| But I don’t pay no fuckin taxes, I only smoke up the blunt
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| And I don’t have time to front, you’re rollin with me well let’s move
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| We duck the funerals, the usual, Bizzy let’s groove
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| One time
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| Secular, molecules protectin us, brain waves respectin us
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| Punk motherfuckers, they ain’t connectin us
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| Recollectin us and we bust, in God we trust
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| And the plus, I got a mission, precision listen to us, trust
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| In the imperial, water floatin and flowin
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| Get it up, uptown all around, they not knowin
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| Skyline, high line, I sign this
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| Give me my money motherfucker I’m pissed
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| One time in the apparatus, no status, no Gladys
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| Only the pimps, no simps, we still rappin
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| Keepin it movin for me, no nuts, no glory
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| No to headstrong, scary story, that purgatory
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| I said it’s ore-y or we eerie, do you hear me much clearly?
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| The streets in the direction and real people can feel me
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| Said it’s ore-y or it’s eerie, do you hear me, much clearly?
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| Still in the direction and real people can feel me
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| One time
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| — repeat 2X |