(… it’s like I’m back in the guts, the worlds
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The streets, the projects, it’s always a struggle
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No matter what you do)
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Struggle with this, come on ya’ll, struggle with this
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Struggle with this, come on ya’ll, struggle with this
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Struggle with this, come on ya’ll, struggle with this
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All ya’ll fake ass niggas, what you know about this?
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Album after album, like I don’t give a shit
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And you still writin', you ain’t flippin' no bricks
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And you got a big mouth, but you ain’t go no hits
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You just a squirrel in the path, about to get ran over
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Your talk game is good, but where your Land Rover?
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You never had a whip, you never had no chips
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You was lookin' for Don', while I was takin' long trips
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Came back to Park Hill and I flexed my kits
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Smoke greens with ya’ll niggas, come on, get a grip
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Stop frontin' like you can’t see. |
(what?)
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Deep down inside you wanna be like me
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And get a little more fame and a little more pussy
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But you so jealous of me, plus you kick dirt
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That’s the reason why ya’ll niggas can’t work.
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Yo, yo, come on, ya’ll, struggle with this
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We up early in the morning, and all night
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We keep the armor of Allah on, ready to fight
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Come on, ya’ll, struggle with this, keep it tight
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Because I, am, thee, un-, ordinary life!
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Yeah, come on ya’ll, struggle with this
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Come on ya’ll, struggle with this
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Come on ya’ll, struggle with this
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(Aiyo, Cap, one of those round math')
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I’m rarely seen, cuz I’m out, chasin' my dreams
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Microphone fiend, way before I was a teen
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Mitch Green niggas all get punched in they eye
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Challengin' the champ, like I won’t take their pride
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Or kick they hide, from here to the Westside
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Tell you rest in the flesh, even the best done tried
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Comply, or you’ll be assassinated
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I’m dated and faded, download it and save it
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I made it, easier for the media
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So you could understand me, without the slang Enclyopedia
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Stay weeded up, like the kettel gettin' headed up
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Talkin' bout the kid, but I already beat it up
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In the cut, like peroxide, or iodine
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Optimus shine, here to decline your slot time
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Rock rhymes on point like a porcupine
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And if my ass get left back, I’mma catch up/Ketchup like Heines
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And define definition of an M. C
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Tempt me, I ain’t got a lot to give, I got plenty
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Since you went from 103 to 104
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Them dumb ass broads talkin' 'bout them more and more
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From shore to shore, I laid down my law
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And walk my Adidas on Colleseum floors
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Score like Fugee, Rhyme & Reason first movie
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I ain’t gon' rest til I see Flex black a tooly
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One bad mooly, who lost his cool-io
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With this Julie ho, gettin' brains in the studio
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Figadoh! |
Return of the phantom of the opera
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Pop a collar, pop it for Mr. Popular
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I could see through binoculars that you’ve been watchin' us
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Your best bet is to get your money set and start coppin' us
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Before the deeds knock us, and push petal charges
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And fall off the face of the earth like slaughtered Sergeant
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Come on ya’ll, struggle with this (yeah, do it, right)
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Come on ya’ll, struggle with this (Staten Island, stand up)
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K.J. |
all day, Donnamite (get fucked up)
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Come on ya’ll, struggle with this
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We up early in the morning, and all night
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We keep the armor of Allah on, ready to fight
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Come on, ya’ll, struggle with this, keep it tight
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Because I, am, thee, un-, ordinary life!
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Yeah, Hollyhood, come on, ya’ll struggle with this
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I’ve been strugglin' a few years, now I’m back
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All ya’ll stupid muthafuckas best to learn how to act
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I ain’t here to rap with you or here to clap with you
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Cappadon', I’m just back on the map with you
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Plus I’m gettin' it hot, ya’ll hatin' ass niggas not gettin' a lot
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Scheming like a fiend and when the joint in the block
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Know you can’t get down, nigga, what you got?
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Big Don' beyond plot, stay low in the block
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With the Glock, told them niggas in Crimestock
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Hold ya head, it’s gonna pop
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Keep comin' home, we gonna rise to the top
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Like one in the dome, nigga, we refuse to stop
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Don’t get it twisted, the Bees gon' drop
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But the heat’s still rising and ya’ll gonna get it
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It’s me, Big Cappadon' with the fitted
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And my goretex shit with the FUBU knitted
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And I’m coming back for all ya’ll niggas that shitted
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Kid back off, my thoughts make you wanna clap off
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Run from Don, I tear the wax off
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Osama Island, nigga we been wildin'
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Struggle with this, come on ya’ll, fuck talent!
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Struggle with this, put that work in
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Come on ya’ll, struggle with this
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Homicide Hill, come on ya’ll, grizzly
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Struggle with this… |