| Keep your feet, out my shoes
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| A nigga like me done paid my dues
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| Keep my comb, out your hair
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| Unless you bout ready to take it there
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| Keep my name, out your mouth
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| Until you got somethin worth talkin bout
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| Keep your hands, to yourself
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| Cause I belong to someone else
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| It’s the, G-U-R-U, once again settin it off
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| Lettin it off my chest plus, bettin it all
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| Record sales, awards, accolades I’m, gettin it all
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| Mad chips, right above my grip I’m, lettin 'em fall
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| Who said the G-O-D wasn’t comin to do his thing
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| Who said the industry, wasn’t gonna bow to this king?
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| I paid dues stayed true so I, made it through
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| If you handle your B-I, fly guy, you can make it too
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| Your potential is infinite, be wise visualize witness it
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| Why waste your time focusin your mind on limp shit?
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| Angie understands me, and Scratch got my back
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| So keep away from the fire, burnin desire, yo we got that
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| Keep your feet, out my shoes
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| A nigga like me done paid my dues
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| Keep my comb, out your hair
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| Unless you bout ready to take it there
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| Keep my name, out your mouth
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| Until you got somethin worth talkin bout
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| Keep your hands, to yourself
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| Cause I belong to someone else
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| I’ve never been a
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| Stranger to struggle gotta maintain my hustle
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| Used to let the anger bubble
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| These streets can bring mad danger and trouble
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| And I can do bad all by myself
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| Do me a favor — don’t be concerned about my wealth
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| If you’re one of my peeps, you’re gonna know that
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| But if I ain’t feelin you player, huh
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| My face is gonna show that
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| So keep your eyes off my pockets
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| Don’t be surprised if I cocked it
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| Can’t outslick a can of oil, you never spoil my profits
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| See how I’m flippin this here?
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| Things are different this year
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| Ain’t got no time to listen to niggas
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| That be trippin this year
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| Cause and effect, I always get, applause and respect
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| When I rhyme, universal laws, truth and righteousness connect
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| You see the knowledge that I’m kickin’s for you
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| And there is nothin that another can do
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| Try to stop me but I make it through
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| Recruitin angels as a warrior I’m true
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| People need people, it’s true
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| True pride will sustain
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| In order to do what I do I can let you live
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| With me inside my brain
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| Keep your feet, out my shoes
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| A nigga like me done paid my dues
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| Keep my comb, out your hair
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| Unless you bout ready to take it there
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| Keep my name, out your mouth
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| Until you got somethin worth talkin bout
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| Keep your hands, to yourself
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| Cause I belong to someone else
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| I’ve been tellin you, that there’s war out here
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| And I’ve been tellin you, that there’s more out here
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| So stop limitin your thoughts
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| Stop reconstructin your plots
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| It’s more than luck it’s an art
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| No more, duckin from NARC’s
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| Haters stay at a distance, haters keep away from my fam
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| Haters stay in my business, haters still playin this jam
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| Mad Wisdoms, reflect the light of this man
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| Some jealous rappers, tried to pick a fight with this man
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| But despite all the nonsense, and false pretense I bomb this
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| Peace to those I get along with, my real nigga I’m strong with
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| And never get me twisted with no wack shit
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| And all that foolishness you was kickin, heh
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| I know you wanna take it back kid
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| Keep your feet, out my shoes
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| A nigga like me done paid my dues
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| Keep my comb, out your hair
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| Unless you bout ready to take it there
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| Keep my name, out your mouth
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| Until you got somethin worth talkin bout
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| Keep your hands, to yourself
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| Cause I belong to someone else
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| Keep your feet, out my shoes
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| A nigga like me done paid my dues
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| Keep my comb, out your hair
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| Unless you bout ready to take it there
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| Keep my name, out your mouth
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| Until you got somethin worth talkin bout
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| Keep your hands, to yourself
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| Cause I belong to someone else
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| Uhh. |
| Guru. |
| check it
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| DJ. |
| Scratch and Angie
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| Uhh.
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| Uhhhhh, ooooh yeahhh yeahhh |