| I caught my first half brick in '87
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| I thought I knew it all, few years past eleven
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| Middle class kid, who grew up fast, kid
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| Sharp as glass, skin’ll crush like a large mouth bass
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| In a world movin' fast, can’t live in the past
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| Momma said that the best things in life don’t last
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| Another chapter in the storybook, one more sung
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| And it’s so true, only the good die young
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| This great country has gone to hell
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| Nobody listened til the Trade Center fell
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| Everything that once was good, has just turned back
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| Happiness has faded to sad
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| This is just what the industry ordered
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| Come and get your therapy, Remedy, my own worst enemy
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| The hits come free, straight from the M. C
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| The R-E-M D, now, that’s me
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| If you down on your luck and your just gettin' by (R-E-M-E, D-Y)
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| If every fuckin' day you love to get high (R-E-M-E, D-Y)
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| If life really sucks and you just want to die (R-E-M-E, D-Y)
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| Show no weakness and never let them see you cry (R-E-M-E, D-Y)
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| Now I retired from the drug game
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| Self preservation on my family name
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| I got into this music game, with thoughts about fortune and fame
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| To find the music and drug game were two in the same
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| We got dealers turned artists and artists turned dealers
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| Squealers, pro stealers and big four wheelers
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| Iced out chains and platinum frames
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| And big big guns and big big names and
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| Hollywood’s burnin', it must be the music
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| You can ask E. Sermon (do-do-do-do-doo)
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| We got, club promoters who turned label owners
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| Yo feed the homeless, man, we need blood donors
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| Here’s an M.C. |
| advisory, nothin' about the industry’s clean
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| The only thing that matters is green
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| It is what it is and exactly what how it seems
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| Cash Rules Everything Me, C.R.E.A.M
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| When you see me on the street and just walk on by (R-E-M-E, D-Y)
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| If every time speak can’t help but to lie (R-E-M-E, D-Y)
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| If you stuck in the kitchen and got fish to fry (R-E-M-E, D-Y)
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| Now reach, reach up and touch the sky (R-E-M-E, D-Y)
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| Now I looked the major labels straight dead in their face
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| And I told 'em, «yeah ya’ll, thanks but no thanks»
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| They wanna throw a few hundred g’s in my face
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| Like I ain’t already have g’s in the bank
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| They wanna sell me fame but I don’t wanna buy it
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| My name in the game is enough, keep quiet
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| They got live bait and they wheelin' in fish
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| So all you fuckin' artists best to make one wish
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| There is no difference between us and them
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| I was doin' this before now til then
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| Now everybody wanna sign the next white rapper
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| Don’t make me have to, be the one to slap ya
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| Suicide, it’s a suicide (R-E-M-E, D-Y)
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| Who, what, where, when, how and why (R-E-M-E, D-Y)
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| Suicide, it’s a suicide (R-E-M-E, D-Y)
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| Who, what, where, when, how and why (R-E-M-E, D-Y)
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| This is worldwide (R-E-M-E, D-Y, R-E-M-E, D-Y)
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| This is worldwide, if you don’t know, now you know
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| Remedy! |
| (R-E-M-E, D-Y) 2002, come through, yeah (R-E-M-E, D-Y) |