| It’s like that, It’s like that son
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| Yea, it’s how we do it
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| Chorus 2X: Rampage
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| I’m a Conquer Da World
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| I’m a Conquer Da World, I’m a Conquer Da World
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| I’m a Conquer Da World
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| [sample from Rakim sayin «Make them clap to this»
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| Heard throughout chorus]
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| Check it out
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| I’m sittin in my room, lookin at the fort wall
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| Suckin on Halls, singin to myself «I Got The Balls»
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| Skills of the ass, A Future Without A Past
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| You god damned right a hundred g’s in the stash
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| Prepare for the blood bath, niggas don’t know the half
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| I got the illmatic graph, prepare to go to gaf
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| Down to the yellow brick road
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| I’m 22, Rampage, I’m bout to explode
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| You could relate, I bomb ya chest like Kuwait
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| You dead weight, and I’m about to shut down ya gates
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| Forgive me Lord, I’m on the take, give me a brake
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| I shake and bake, and roll the money that I make
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| I take, I throw half of ya body up in the lake
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| Now it’s time for me to break, fuck the jake
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| I make the street work for me
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| I do damage to the stage and the industry
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| It’s like that, It’s like that
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| I don’t mean to brag or boast
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| I’m the live nigga movin with toast
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| The playas haters in the games be cuttin it close
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| I’m layin low, in the phat red Testaros'
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| Adios from coast to coast
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| Iced out, flooded watch
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| Suade lookin like butterscotch
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| Stickin the city like Ed Koch
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| I want lands and yachts
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| Rockin clubs and hot spots
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| I wanna lady that’s strictly gettin paid
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| Not a great, to chill on the exotic island
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| Strictly drinkin lemonade
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| Rubbin my back, rubbin my head
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| Smellin good when she comes to bed
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| Victoria Secret, sumthin that I can sleep with
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| Pack my heat with, she’s nuthin but my sidekick
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| The chick that I freak with
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| It’s like that son
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| I’m on the road to the riches
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| Naked bitches in the kitchen
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| Washin my dishes, leavin they man suspicious
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| I’m in the mansion, rightin rhymes like it’s a short time
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| I gotta shine, sippin on fine wine
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| I’m in the phat jacuzzi, parle, put away the uzi
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| It’s all about the cuties, macked out like John Belushi
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| Take off that versel sweater, it’s gettin better
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| Black and white suit, Maxima, FDR coup
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| Been around the world, gettin loot
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| I got future plans in the Meadowlands
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| Pushin in the phat lands
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| Seein my mans, mad fans sittin in the stands
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| Goin crazy, Rampage, too young to fade
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| The hardcore renegade
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| 21 songs until ya made, pre paid
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| Joined by crusade, I twist ya like a corn braid
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| I got it made, I’m blowin like the World Trade
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| Chorus to fade |