Susi: B minor•
Verse 1
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Uh huh, uh huh
Feels good to be back at the essence
where it all started you know
Uh huh, uh huh
What up
Uh huh, uh huh
Turn up my headphones man,
uh huh uh huh
I got a few things I want to
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tell the people out there
Yo, yo, yo
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All I hear is
Verse 2
Fugee this, Fugee that
Where Fugee At? I need Fugees to spit
up on this track
Lauryn if you're listenin',
Pras if you're listenin'
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Gimme a call I'm in the lab
Y'all know my style,
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I'm still mini, money, mini, mini
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It ain't all about the money
Verse 3
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two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
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Loud MCs, feel the silencer
Y'all still rhymin, y'all cuckoo,
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I send cycles to Belvue
This ain't a sequel son,
but I have you "Scream 2" (Ah!)
Real live cinema of the streets
produced a junkie
Put back on your shirt man
you lookin' like ET
You're cracked out, for dough,
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some blow on saxophone
You're rhymin' off beat even with
help from my metronomes
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See, y'all ain't MCs, you a CM
Common Motherfucker rhymin'
about Lexus and Benz
The same Benz you got jacked in,
drunk off of Gin
You woke up in hell gettin'
sexed by Marilyn Manson
You lie, you deny, pass me the microphone
I guess like Eddie Murphy you was
givin 'em a ride home
Yeah right,
25 mics, material in The Source
While your rap crew's on steroids
lookin' like Full Force
Your girl she's buffed, puffed,
in daytime don't play rough
The freaks come out at night so that's
when I bring out the cuffs
Grand Marnier,
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CD player number two
Sade's in my bedroom
singin "sweetest taboo"
Verse 4
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All I hear is Fugee this, Fugee that
Where Fugee At? I need Fugees to
spit up on this track
Lauryn if you're listenin',
Pras if you're listenin'
Gimme a call I'm in the lab
in the Booga Basement
Y'all know my style,
I'm still mini, money, mini, mini
It ain't all about the money
Verse 5
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We used to rap, now y'all want to
come and get me with a bat?
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Y'all must be smokin' crack, with
Pookie from New Jack
How could y'all forget,
I'm the reason y'all MC
But y'all flip like Pharisees and
charge me for blasphemy
You know who you are,
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Karate cars, buy up the bars
with the credit cards
You want to impress some
young chick you just met
First thing she say,
"Ain't you used to roll with Wyclef"
Look surprised,
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see your flesh outside your vest
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Yeah you could fight, in the WWF
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'Cause in this arena ain't nothin'
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but gladiators and haters
Hopin' they kill me and roll
and feed me to the tigers
Oh Lord, protect me from the devil
They open the book of life,
y'all readin' like the anti Christ
Your weak kid, stop lyin' to the public
You wanted it so bad that you took
all the production credits
Some MC's in the underground,
mad at me 'Cause I'm above ground
Counting English pounds
I tell ya what,
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success don't come overnight
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I was in Noah's Ark for Forty days
and Forty nights
Contemplatin' what should I write,
what should I recite
'Cause ain't nobody here but
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thugs and chicks wit' ice
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That's when I daydream into the twilight
screamin' "I hate life"
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Baby girl look in the oppos
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ite direction
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'Cause my class is the Misedu'
Verse 6
All I hear is Fugee this, Fugee that
Where Fugee At? I need Fugees to
spit up on this track
Lauryn if you're listenin',
Pras if you're listenin'
Gimme a call I'm in the lab
in the Booga Basement
Y'all know my style, I'm still mini,
money, mini, mini
Outro 1
It ain't all about the money
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