| One, two, one, two
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| Turn this thing up a little bit
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| Yeah
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| For all those who been wondering what’s going on with Joell Ortiz:
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| It’s a lot man, it’s a lot
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| Feels like I finally found my House Slippers
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| My mind was going, I stood around niggas
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| Wearing this pokerface, like I’m holding aces
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| That so wasn’t the case, this
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| Business is such a business — don’t take it personal
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| It’s more than these beats and letting verses go
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| Don’t end up locked in and wilding
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| Like a deaf person buying a rollie, better watch what you signing
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| Freedom is overrated until they take it
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| When it’s gone, feel like nothing can replace it
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| Shaking the hand that’s feeding you, but you hate it
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| Disappointed in meetings cause of your weight
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| Just imagine this man with your career in his hands
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| Giving a fuck about your fans
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| He just looking at that black and white
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| Seeing you ain’t sell too well
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| You trying to tell him that you was on an Indie that wasn’t acting right
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| He don’t care, them numbers fucked up his appetite
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| Your past just fucked you twice, like a hermaphrodite
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| You watching niggas win who ain’t half as nice
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| Faced with the choice of giving in or hit the pad and write
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| But see the fans can’t know
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| So you leaking freestyles and you nail that flow
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| Kids leaving out the venue like «he killed that show!»
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| Screaming YAOWA everywhere, but you ain’t on that though
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| Your loved one’s sick all in the mist of this
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| Watching moms shoot insulin, it’s ridiculous
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| Your son got a mask on his asthma bed
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| His older brother acting up, cause he don’t have his dad
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| The grind took forever, but it happened fast
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| Listen close y’all, it happened fast
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| Red eye flights out to cali, signs to Aftermath
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| Come back, sign to Koch, you and Allen laugh
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| You drop an album over here, left the label over there
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| Finally let it go y’all, the past’s the past
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| Sorry for the delay on your order
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| But even in my off time I ran around the world with the Slaughter
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| My alter ego is a quarter of the best rap group
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| But I’m back to being me, yeah the Puerto-
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| Rican, niggas standing on the corner
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| With that work for the fiends who wanna hear him more maturer
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| Story of a project nigga, a New Yorker
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| Getting money with the I-still-fuck-a-nigga-up-quick aura
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| Man, this ain’t for radio play
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| This for the radio raheems who let their radio play
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| For the heads on the neck clicking, looking for the best writtens
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| Turning to their man like «you hear what he say?»
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| Y’all niggas tryna recreate back in the days
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| I’m just trying to rap my ass off
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| Hoping maybe I’ll impress a few niggas from back in the day
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| Because I’m finishing these new niggas that’s rapping today
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| You turn this up, but not too loud niggas
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| Feels like I finally found my House Slippers
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| House Slippers (fading) |