| I’m a, hood legend, you should feel threatened
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| Front I’mma show you what’s good in a second
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| The best in the business, I mean what is it?
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| The dopest MC to walk talk it and live it
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| A wide bright screen with a blockbuster signature
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| Every new line I speak should be in cinemas
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| Champion sound, I win with words
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| Like you finally talked your girl into sleepin with a friend of hers
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| Oh yeah, I’m off on a good one
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| Momma’s so proud of what her boy from the hood done
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| Got off the meat and I got my mind right, I
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| Got out these streets I got my grind like I
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| Got on these beats I gotta come tight it’s
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| Gotta be me, it’s gotta be 9th
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| Your boy dropped some stuff and it was probably nice
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| But they need a little help, and a lot of advice
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| Quit while you’re ahead, you ain’t seein no bread and
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| Don’t sleep on us, you can sleep when you’re dead
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| And grateful, you didn’t live life hateful
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| Change for the better like the weather in April
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| Food for the soul, go ahead and grab a plateful
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| A heart full of hate, is a waste and disgraceful
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| Uhhhh, don’t it just turn your stomach
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| When a brother only wanna see another brother plummet?
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| Come wit’cha best and you can lose like the rest
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| Straight shots when I shoot how we do on the West
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| Yeah!
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| You know who we might be, man myth or MC
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| But Murs sums it up best now, wouldn’t you agree?
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| I, stuck to the plate like it’s And1 and straight
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| Sew the mic around your neck and then bounce it off your face
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| With grace, the ace in the hole, replacin the old
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| Cause the new generation got a taste for some soul
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| Hold on to opinions 'til I tell you to have one
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| That mic wasn’t hot until the spot 'til I grabbed one
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| Off the stand now it’s off the hook
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| And when the beat is this nuts, then I’m off the books
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| Meaning, off the head, freestylin makin bread
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| And I shoulda been in a movie but I made my own instead
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| Still pioneering with this independent hustle
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| And your mic cord is much too short for you to tussle
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| For the man that pro like 40-Water, poured in rememberance
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| Of every hood soldier that died in ghetto tenements
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| Innocent 'til proven guilty
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| Should I die don’t look for the dude that killed me
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| Look for a brighter tomorrow, and in spite of the sorrow
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| Live every moment to the fullest so your life isn’t hollow
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| And you can holla out my name from the top of the game
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| And since you passed homey I promise I’ll do the same
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| For if a soul is avenged through the deeds of a friend
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| Then success has always been the best form of revenge
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| THE END |