| Some men were born to be heroes
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| Bet everything comin' up with zeroes
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| Some think they God — but you know how that goes
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| Que sera sera
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| (Yeah, uh huh, Jake you stupid for this one son, y’know)
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| Aiyyo, actions speak louder than words
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| My middle finger speaks louder than yours
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| I’m in the hood, feet poundin' the curb
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| Jealous of nothin' - mine is bigger than yours
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| Standin' still, y’all runnin' with herbs
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| I stole the soul motherfucker, I ain’t bringin' it back
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| Whack niggas like Jamsport, holdin' me back
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| And I don’t care if you’re friends with Jay
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| Or Dre, or Kay Slay, you’re still garbage
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| Learn to parlay, before you look this way
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| I’m heinous with mine, Kardinal made this
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| I don’t pay to get on any playlist
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| Niggas in the street was waitin' for someone to say this
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| I ain’t suckin' dick for y’all DJ’s to play this (let 'em know)
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| My records spin like rims on an Avis
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| Look at me wrong, and say what’s up to Sammy Davis
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| I’m heavy nigga, the biggest libra couldn’t weigh this
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| Before you kiss your TV, you should kiss my whole anus
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| Some men were born to be heroes
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| Bet everything comin' up with zeroes
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| Some think they God — but you know how that goes
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| Que sera sera
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| Some men still drivin' in the highway
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| Do you — just do it out of my way
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| At all costs I’m doin' it the fly way
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| So I never say que sera sera
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| I got the most superior mainframe in the game
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| Flows like a fifty-paper, ain’t a damn thing changed
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| On the mic I’m deranged, off the mic I’m just crazy
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| Spit-shine my letter combos — that’s what pays me
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| In other words it’s the nouns and the verbs
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| That buys the X5's and the cribs on the lakesides
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| I run this shit, I don’t take sides
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| What you see is what you get — most of these rappers are in disguise
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| With no persona, so they diss guys
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| You want to lose your profession? |
| I suggest you test this guy
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| The best buy in any Best Buy
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| I’ll straight burn the place down like a throwback Left Eye
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| Ahead of the class — nobody ever left I
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| I’m so right, I can’t even open my left eye
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| You’re dead wrong, tryin' to correct I
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| I’m like the dead in one way: no choice but to respect I, yeah!
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| Yo, everything I do is strong when I rap
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| I don’t bust no verses, I talk in thunder claps
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| Give black hands daps, and X marks the map
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| Dot city on my chest, show the world where I’m at
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| Lift you higher than a three hundred dollar weed pack
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| And a G4 smuggled in my jacket in the back
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| Yeah, some question my heart and dedication
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| Why? |
| I’m into the pulse like a palpitation
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| Some man dem dat I know hold down the +Big Macs+
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| And they come and watch you air the beef out (Blak, blak)
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| That ain’t me though, I’m regal like a pharaoh and them
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| Leave the squabbles to the kids, I bring dollars by the pen, y’know
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| It’s Estelle, let 'em know!
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| Black Jays! |