Just to let niggas know, what time it is
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Phonte, Big Pooh and 9th Wonder
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Little Brother, never be another
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For the real y’all haha
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Check it, like this baby
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Now that finally we done reached a settlement
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I rhyme at the crime scene and purposefully leave the evidence
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The honourable, least benevolent
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Its 'Te spitting game like a ref with a speech impediment
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Whether they radical screamin «Impeach the President»
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Or a senator caught in Middle East embezzlement
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I never ease the elegance, Phonte — he’s the delegate
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Sent to tell all your peeps they delicate
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For fuckin with a pro, steppin out of your element
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I came to spit truth cause y’all need it
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Natural, man of all seasons, used to have a fetish for weed
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Women and grapes and I like them all seedless
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Now I’m laid back in the spots that y’all frequent
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Embarressin niggas that y’all used to call leaders
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Won’t stop till our shit bangs in all speakers
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The word of this brother — y’all heed it
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Now we on the way y’all, we on the way y’all
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The shinin light lookin for a better day y’all
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We on the way y’all, we on the way y’all
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We makin moves, ain’t there no time to play y’all
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We on the way y’all, we on the way y’all
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The shinin light lookin for a better day y’all
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We on the way y’all, we on the way y’all
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It’s 9th Wonder, Big Pooh and Phonte y’all
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Hip Hop’s newest jack takin over the carter
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Pure 80's, we rock harder than your LA starters
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Serving greens for the price of blacks
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Get your salary taxed, off the top cause you over the cap
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Life on the de-ly is hard shit
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We re-write the script and spit hard till we soak the mic
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I’m down to grind if the price is right
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There’s been too many nights
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Two stepping back was the way of life
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So we push till them fiends smile, full court press meanwhile
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Back in the locker room shit is wild
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Players frontin on each other’s style
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They show but we tryna win the crowd
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But I respect money, only as far as this music go
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If it’s any other shit homeboy just take it personal
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Three-pointer on that, foes know the story
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Have a nice day, to better high lister for me
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We on the way y’all, we on the way y’all
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We shinin light lookin for a better day y’all
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We on the way y’all, we on the way y’all
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We makin moves, ain’t there no time to play y’all
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We on the way y’all, we on the way y’all
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We shinin light lookin for a better day y’all
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We on the way y’all, we on the way y’all
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It’s 9th Wonder, Big Pooh and Phonte y’all
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Yeah, it’s like this baby
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Feel it, it’s like this
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(On and on and on and on and on…)
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Uh, feel me
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Check it out
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Come take a walk with a nigga
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They say the rap world is like a corn field — all these ears be stalkin a nigga
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Hangin on my every word and syllable
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Like the finest of herbs and minerals
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{And the talking like they feelin you
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The plan’s unoriginal, the place un-habitual
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Your shit compared to mine, we’ll see who remember you
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Back on the block like the Great Q}
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I rhyme till they hate you
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And fans wonder why they overate you
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Betrayed you, but my fam is tighter than Nike strings
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Your crew versus LB — nice dream
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I pick my niggas like Joe Jackson and Katie for Ice Cream
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It’s time to make moves and start takin off
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I write so my thoughts won’t be un-channelled
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Like a nigga with the cable off
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And this is food for thought
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Get a plate, and when you finish wipe the table off motherfucker.
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We on the way y’all, we on the way y’all
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The shinin light lookin for a better day y’all
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We on the way y’all, we on the way y’all
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We makin moves, ain’t there no time to play y’all
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{We on the way y’all, we on the way y’all
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We shinin light lookin for a better day y’all
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We on the way y’all, we on the way y’all
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It’s 9th Wonder, Big Pooh and Phonte y’all} |