| Yeah
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| Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind! |
| (Whoo!)
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| Ah, uh, whoo, yeah! |
| Ready?
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| Whoo, whoo, whoo!
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| (Can I get a encore, do you want more?)
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| Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy
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| So for one last time I need y'all to roar
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| Uh, uh, uh, uh (Yeah)
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| Now, what the hell are you waiting for?
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| After me, there shall be no more
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| So for one last time, nigga, make some noise
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| Get 'em Jay!
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| Who you know fresher than Hov'? |
| Riddle me that!
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| The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at
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| Can't none of y'all mirror me back, yeah, hearin' me rap
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| Is like hearin' G. Rap in his prime, I'm
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| Young H.O., rap's grateful dead
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| 'Bout to take over the globe, now break bread
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| I'm in Boeing jets, Global Express
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| Out the country but the blueberry still connect
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| On the low but the yacht got a triple deck
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| But when you young, what the fuck you expect? |
| Yep, yep!
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| Grand openin', grand closin'
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| God damn, your man Hov' cracked the can open again
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| Who you gon' find doper than him
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| With no pen, just draw off inspira-tion-tion
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| Soon you gon' see you can't replace him-him
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| With cheap imitations for these generations
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| Encore, do you want more?
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| Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy
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| So for one last time I need y'all to roar
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| Uh, uh, uh, uh (Yeah)
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| Now, what the hell are you waiting for?
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| After me, there shall be no more
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| So for one last time, nigga, make some noise
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| What the hell are you waiting for?
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| Look what you made me do, look what I made for you
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| Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you?
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| When you first come in the game, they try to play you
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| Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you (Look how they wave to you)
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| From Marcy to Madison Square
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| To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (Yeah)
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| As fate would have it, Jay's status appears
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| To be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye
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| When I come back like Jordan
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| Wearin' the 45, it ain't to play games with you
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| It's to aim at you, probably maim you
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| If I owe you I'm blowin' you to smithereens
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| Cocksucker, take one for your team
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| And I need you to remember one thing (One thing)
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| I came, I saw, I conquered
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| From record sales, to sold-out concerts
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| So, motherfucker, if you want this encore
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| I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore (Come on)
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| I'm tired of being what you want me to be
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| Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
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| Don't know what you're expecting of me
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| Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
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| (Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
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| Every step that I take is another mistake to you
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| (Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
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| And every second I waste is more than I can take!
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| I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
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| Become so tired, so much more aware
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| I'm becoming this, all I want to do
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| Is be more like me and be less like you
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| I've become so numb
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| Can I get a encore? |
| Do you want more? |
| (More, more, more)
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| I've become so numb
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| So for one last time I need y'all to roar
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| One last time I need y'all to roar |