| Keep thinkin' it’s easy, like all you gotta do is
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| Spit a hot verse to get on, and cop them new whips
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| Hah, joke’s on you kid, you hot on your block
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| But not off your block, you need to pay more dues, kid
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| «Hold up, hold up, rewind that, I want y’all to hear
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| That again»
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| Keep thinkin' it’s easy, like all you gotta do is
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| Spit a hot verse to get on, and cop them new whips
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| Hah, joke’s on you kid, you hot on your block
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| But not off your block, you need to pay more dues, kid
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| I know you wanna and shit, cause on the streets
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| Rap is bigger than crack to flip
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| You like, watch me turn the o to a ki'
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| In one day, and one day turn to one week
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| See? |
| I know you love the chains and the jeeps and
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| Hoes in the videos, make it so neat, like 'damn'
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| All I gotta do is learn, to spit a hot 16, and it’s my turn?
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| 'Nuff la to burn --- I earn my dues
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| Wanna do what I do, nigga, learn the rules
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| Rule one, what’s that, never bite, cause when you bite
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| That’s like rockin' ya man’s drawers at club night
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| Ill, dis-gusting, keep bustin' flows
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| You wanna shit like 'keep bustin', whoa
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| Pause, rule number two and three
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| Is the same as four, respect the laws
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| Five is, what you in this for?
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| Cause there is guide in this rap shit, this ain’t no image, pa
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| It’s not a game, in this game, everybody want bills
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| Everybody want mills, thatz how it iz
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| You can’t explain the greatness, no fakeness
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| No imitation, thatz how it iz
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| Everybody wanna blow in the game
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| Some don’t go long in this thang, that’s how it iz
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| You can ask kids, the fact is
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| This rap shit, is not for the average
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| It’s not about, doing a demo, and gettin' on
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| It’s about handling business, being focused and strong
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| It takes, a hell of a lot, to make it to the top
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| Your blood, your sweat, meltin' in the pot
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| Puttin' in work, around the clock
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| See this shit don’t stop, it goes beyond
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| Studios, and the press shot
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| Originality rules, when you limit the style
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| You seen the fa-tality blues
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| Either you sound like Kiss or Jay, but y’all not them
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| That’s when you lose, drown in the pool, before you could win
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| This is a grown man’s game, with grown man’s aim
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| Not everybody blowin' the game, is flowin' the same
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| You must perfect your craft, if you plan to blast
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| Take this, as a little, lesson to last
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| Instead of, gettin' the gash, you movin' to fast
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| Cause your eyes are locked on the bling bling and the cash
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| Shorty, I ain’t gonna do shit, cabbage you
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| Say you nice, when you nice in average
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| You need to get your own flow mastered
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| Cause son already blew with that flow last year
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| You claim you the nicest with identity crisis
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| Spit a whole heart to this jewel, cause it’s priceless
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| Perfect to your tightest, your highest
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| Don’t be a carbon copy, end up on the strike list |