| Yeah, yeah
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| YEAH, WHA
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| RAPPER! |
| Uh, Phonte
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| Mr. Dream Merchant, yeah!
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| Uh, I know you see me
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| Yeah, I know you hear me
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| Sh’yo, I know you fear me
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| Listen, sh’yo…
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| My pen packin a venom, heart pumpin the sound
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| Ma, I’m pimpin the system, my catalogue is the hound
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| Got a problem we air 'em, intellegent and I scare 'em
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| Beat knockin they hear 'em, why in earth did they pair 'em?
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| Niggas spittin that fiction, addicted to my diction
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| Wanna know what I’m fixin, try peepin the kitchen
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| What the game’s been missin, not a thing if you ask
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| Been here for years, you decided to pass
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| Uh, I’m here wit Pooh in the lab, Khrysis on the boards
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| Still spittin all the real shit the ladies adore
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| When he come in the door, all eyes on moi
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| Frustrated cause they cain’t believe we came so far
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| Butt dick ridin niggas, it’s a big faux pas
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| Niggas axein Pooh like, «'ey, is that 'cho car?»
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| But I tell 'em to chill, let my niggas just breathe
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| Cause by that look on your face, you got your heart on your sleeves
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| (Phonte)
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| Yo, it’s time to live, and a time to die
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| It’s a time to laugh and it’s a time to cry
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| It’s a time to break, and it’s a time to build
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| But no time to waste, no time to chill
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| Yo, it’s time to live, and a time to die (Cause it’s the real…)
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| It’s a time to laugh and it’s a time to cry (Hip-hop, hip-hop…)
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| It’s a time to break, and it’s a time to build
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| But no time to waste, no time to chill
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| Fo' REAL (fo' REAL), fo' REAL (fo' REAL)
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| Fo' REAL (fo' REAL), fo' REAL (fo' REAL)
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| I decided to stand, it’s all a part of the plan
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| Broke free from the suits, no longer part of the scam
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| Cause you called it a FLIM, but you part of the flam
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| They like, «Pooh, you fo' real?» |
| Muh’fuckers I am
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| Cause I mean what I say, and I say what I mean
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| You either right or you wrong, it ain’t no «in between»
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| There’s no 'us' in machine, still gettin that cream
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| Still makin a record, still livin a dream
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| I’m still in your magazines, all your Vibes and Billboards
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| Still got the hater niggas sayin they still bored
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| Still got the real niggas sayin, «He still raw»
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| And still goin places that you niggas would kill for
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| This rap shit is natural to me, dawg it’s like breathin
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| It’s like candy to a baby, dawg it’s like teethin
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| It’s like all you niggas crazy, you are not even
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| On this level, homie stop dreamin!
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| Fo' REAL! |
| (Fo' REAL!), Fo' REAL! |
| (Fo' REAL!)
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| Fo' REAL! |
| (Fo' REAL!), Fo' REAL! |
| (Fo' REAL!)
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| (Cause it’s the real…) Let the windows down, niggas
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| Let them down…(Hip-hop, hip-hop…)
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| Let the windows down, I promise it’s gon' sound better…
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| Let it GO… |