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Everybody everywhere does in the same language, yeah

[Crosby:] I can see by your coat, my friend you're from the other side
There's just one thing I would
Everybody everywhere does in the same language, yeah

[Crosby:] I can see by your coat, my friend you're from the other side
There's just one thing I would
support him
I never thought you would sell out
You’re becoming so cocky
I asked you for a picture after your show
You walked right by me, I’m like
Just a man who isnt wanted by the state.
Do I just attract too many loners? or my standards just set way too high?
I guess what I am saying is Ill
Extraterrestrial, oh

Yeah, basically I'm an alien to y'all
I guess I'm, speaking in different languages than y'all
I guess, all you know is my aliases all
I
to talk with no teeth
Shorties sayin' ball or retreat
A lesson we all speak at one point or another
What you expect from one who smoke a joint with his
Stadium status
Uh

My big brother was Big's brother
Used to be Dame and Big's brother
Who was hip hop brother
Who was No I.D friend
No I.D My mentor
motherfuckers
Niggas know the deal
Niggas know who the Don is
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
Peep game, uhh, what, what

Out of this world
motherfuckers
Niggas know the deal
Niggas know who the Don is
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
Peep game, uhh, what, what

Out of this world
talk right before we left lifted
Just like a long sleeve, guess who rip it?

Projects
My niggas survive, just like a movin' target
Projects
Where
Great balls of fire
Guess who just crawled out the mud the mire
That could make you trust a motherfuckin' liar

A real shuck n' jiver
Vaughn
motherfuckers
Niggas know the deal
Niggas know who the Don is
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
Peep game, uhh, what, what

Out of this world
was spoiling for a fight
But Jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of old Bob Stein
And over Jake they held a wake in the days of '49
In
Man, who's ringing up my area  oh! 
I used to shoe it to the bridge but that's gone 
Like the 718's out of Vietnam 
Sniffin' skypagers had me drugged
this, got to do with this?
Tell your ghost writers, "Go write something better"

If you need help, try, try again
Try again

Guess who? Uh-oh, uh-oh
self
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get our meat
While we ask no reason for
bein ourself 
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat 
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get our meat 
While we ask no
considerate like that
Which is why I guess I love her
And by that I hope you don't think
That I am trying to smother
Her uniqueness or her freedom
To find some
Great balls of fire
Guess who just crawled out the mud the mire
That could make you trust a motherfuckin' liar

A real shuck n' jiver
Vaughn
premeditated
My alibi cannot be faded
By the time they find the body
Me and my deejay rock the block party
Deejay please rock the Bob Marley
Let's tap
Hmmm, I don't even wanna fuckin do this song for real, but I wouldn't be real if I didn't

I be sittin' by myself and I be thinkin' mama what have
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I want to dig my way to hell
I want to dig my way to hell

I'm getting by with
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I want to dig my way to hell
I want to dig my way to hell

I'm getting by with
Please, your disdain for the brothers ain't gon' change the numbers
It's the strengthenin' of chain among us
Please, we ain't afraid of none of yas, who
to talk with no teeth
Shorties sayin' ball or retreat
A lesson we all speak at one point or another
What you expect from one who smoke a joint with his