| Pull up to ya spot on low
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| Shine brighter than all o’them cats they got on glow
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| Layin the cut like they not gon’know
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| Cuz if I gotta make a move dawg they not gonna know
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| This door marked private this is not fo’sho'
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| It’s Mos Def what you call real fo’sho'
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| Is they what you call gangsta, hell no They get a lil’pitch and go snitch to the po'
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| They all talk fast and they all think slow
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| I’m Mos Definite, not think so Flood ya city with the black ink flow
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| And my crew ain’t scared to let them things go So, stop with the nonsense, like he conscious
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| I’m just alright dawg, I’m doin’great dawg
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| I don’t play games so I don’t playa hate y’all
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| Get it straight or get the fuck up out my face dawg
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| I’m like the second plane that made the tower’s face off
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| That shit that let you know it’s really not a game dawg
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| Your grind and my grindin is same dawg
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| I’m the catalogue, you the same song
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| So cool and ol’school like A4?
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| The one ya lil mami windin’up on ways for
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| The name that real niggaz got they hands raised for
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| Me and Mini got ya block yellow taped off
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| Don’t push me (get off)
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| 'Cuz I’m close — To the streets,
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| to the beach, the bitches, the niggaz,
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| the women, the children, the workers,
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| the killers, the addicts, the dealers
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| the quiet, the livest, the realest
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| — And that’s close
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| Don’t push me, cuz I’m close
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| To the edge, back, middle, and front
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| Strong back shit liftin’it up From the big and the small
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| I’m like J. Brown +Gettin'Involved+
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| But when I’m lettin’off around don’t get in the cross
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| Have ya preacher man speakin’low gettin’his cross
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| Tell 'em wild cowboy not to get off they horse
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| Before they find out the tailon is strictly enforced
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| It’s a real bad way to get ya name in the Source
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| Testin’the limits of a dangerous force
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| Ya ended up dumb famous and gone
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| Your people shoutin’out ya name in they song
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| Pourin’liquor on the day you was born
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| Find paint to put ya face on the wall
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| C’mon fall back, there’s no need for all that
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| It’s all good, we all here, goin’all out (all out)
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| All day, listen when this song say
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| Don’t push me 'cuz I’m close — To the streets,
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| to the beach, the bitches, the niggaz,
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| the women, the children, the workers,
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| the killers, the addicts, the dealers
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| the quiet, the livest, the realest
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| — And that’s close
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| Don’t push me, cuz I’m close
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| To the edge, back, middle, and front
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| Strong back shit liftin’it up From the big and the small
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| I’m like J. Brown +Gettin'Involved+
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| Now get yours
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| Boom diggy bang-di-bang-di, boom bang diggy (repeated 24x)
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| (talking behind Hook) |