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What have you come to do? No turning water into wine No learning while you're in the line I'll take you to the broken sign You see the lights are blue
out the box then out socks 'Cause winicumuhround, niggaz skate like the rocks My block's hot, so gimme all you got When I'm done rockin', I leave you all
know just put J. Cole on the spot Yea, anyway can turn me up? Yea, yea, yea Hey, yea, there's no way to turn me up? If not it's all good Yea, hey hey
don't you worry bout them mean muggin' girl I'm tougher than that And n-ggas mad cause this light skinned brotha is back I'm sayin' though [Biggie Smalls Chorus & Interlude
Kweli] Yeah, yeah New Talib Kweli Yeah, you know what it is Come on, come on, yeah Hey yo *repeats* [Hook: Mary J. Blige] I try, I try (that's all we
Missing your life, turn up the lights Lighters hiiiiiiiiiigh! [Royce - during Interlude] Lighters, cell phones, whatever you got Put it up in the sky for the legendary J Dilla y'all Lights
a made-up character That's a Puerto Rican Brooklynite with two kids y'all see in them mag pictures And however I gotta feed 'em I will All they ever gon
teller Real gangsta, a true veteran of the bid'ness Y'all show him some love, talk to 'em Bun [Bun B] Thank y'all for comin to see me this evenin (yeah
this is what you gonna say That I got the best D, he could hit it all day Something like a rising star that's on Broadway Sex real live with a Illmatic foreplay [Chorus] [Interlude
gentlemen, boys and girls Children of all ages, I pack metal like braces Not for the fingers, bitches fighting over my paper Y'all need to chill, sit
it's all good) When we on stage getting them Grammy's, snatching them panties Jetskiing off the shores of Miami, (it's all good) [Hook] [Interlude:
that y'all Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all W.T.C. kid, we back y'all! It's like that y'all Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all W.T.C. son, we back
the last sayin, get 'em outta bounds, retreat Like ants in this war dance, if one fall Ten more's in his place to advance the cause, it's all [reggae chat interlude
Abandoning the planet and the people Another hot summer yo, they 'bout to flood the prisons This ain't no do diddley, it's a do somethin' Flash light, red light
it's all like the one that Diddy owns (yeah!) Ask Killa I write +Thrillers+ like Quincy Jones! G4's speedboats and villa homes (homes!) Fake pokin', y'all chest out - y'all
' niggaz that come to gamble with small stacks Really though, screw y'all, I never knew y'all Your click be like yellow lights, I'm runnin' through y'all
And give them a taste of the same And when we kill the governments children And the streets smell of death maybe then we will see our situation in a new light