| 1.2.its like this. |
| Little Brother, Pete Rock, another sure shot,
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| another banger
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| Soul survivor, Part 2… for me and you, lets get it
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| I wanna rock with you
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| So get on the floor with me
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| I wanna give it to ya baby
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| I wanna rock with you
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| So get on the floor with me
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| I wanna give it to ya baby
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| Master of ceremony
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| Controlled territory
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| It’s tay, the mad journalist always trying to write a better story
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| And laying tracks cause it’s better for me
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| Calm but predatory, sun niggas even when the weathers stormy
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| My crew is down to do whatever for me
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| Got my back like scoliosis when I’m handling mine
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| Find it hard though to manage my time
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| Between the gaming and rhymes, without severing my family ties
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| But yo! |
| That’s what happens when the world is loving you
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| Groupies skipping pills with ill plans of fucking you
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| A high price for fame that is non-refundable
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| All in the hopes of one day coming out with a «W»
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| I know it sound crazy right?
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| Even though it’s hard sometimes I still got to stay in the mix
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| It’s Pete Rock on the snair drums and laying the kicks
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| And on the real I wouldn’t trade it for shit
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| Let’s get it up right now, come on…
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| I wanna rock with you
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| So get on the floor with me
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| I wanna give it to ya baby
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| I wanna rock with you
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| So get on the floor with me
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| I wanna give it to ya baby
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| Little brother you controlling it now
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| (Verse Two: Rapper Big Pooh)
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| I got the magna rocks Still heating up the spot
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| P.R. and L.B. |
| got that shit for blocks
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| HIP-HOP when we walk
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| HIP-HOP when we talk
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| You can hear it our slang, and see the New York
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| We bought back 94 when the music was pure
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| Everybody made jams 93' and before
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| Hearing «Illmatic» first on the trip to the store
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| Lost my mind but I knew it was that we had to work toward
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| Forward… On we move now, my life is the roof
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| Putting the pen to the pad when it’s time to spread news
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| Daily digesting some more wack shit
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| Mother-fuckers better stick to the script
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| We need you back Jay
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| Yall dudes know now we not for play
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| You want it funky come around my way
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| (For Real) You can choose to rock or choose to roll
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| I chose Pete cause he got the soul… yea lets get it going ya’ll
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| I wanna rock with you
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| So get on the floor with me
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| I wanna give it to ya baby
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| I wanna rock with you
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| So get on the floor with me
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| I wanna give it to ya baby
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| (verse three)
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| You in war with the King cobra rapper crew
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| Ill Cap-i-tan, never roll a foot soilder
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| We push over you pushovers
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| Lil pussies need to douche over
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| Mass and Gills, scott hare will make em' gush over
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| Pussy and poetry two things that’s good for ya
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| We rock hard just like the hood told us
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| That fake shit I never could show you
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| We ought to keep it true and authentic
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| In they videos trying to walk wit it
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| L.B. |
| put the street talk in it
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| From right now till the day that we forfeit it
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| Just making sure that yall get it in time to put my heart in it
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| Little Brother crushing all gimmicks, like what…
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| I wanna rock with you
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| So get on the floor with me
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| I wanna give it to ya baby
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| I wanna rock with you
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| So get on the floor with me
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| I wanna give it to ya baby
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| Repeat till end |