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roll can save your soul
It’s also gonna take its toll 
You get the things you give
And I gave this a lot
Buddy Holly, Stevie Ray, Harry Chapin, Jim
thought Harry was a rock 'n' roll singer!
So he gave him the old glad hand, smiled, slapped him on the back, sayin',
"Don't worry, baby, I'm gonna play
Marquis
To some, "Ghetto" is a name; to others a tradition
In the city of boom, ther can never be an addition
Of any of the DJ's to rock the land
Like
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
I'm not
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
Harry Potter, where's the magic?
I used to think Pop Rocks were magic

Sigfried and Roy, where's the magic?
Shaquille O'Neal, why'd you leave
Swag, now watch him cook 
And just stand there and look
Have a bonfire with old Harry Potter books
Martians versus Goblins, goons versus the crooks
Swag, now watch him cook
And just stand there and look
Have a bonfire with old Harry Potter books
Martians versus Goblins, goons versus the crooks
now watch him cook.. and just stand there and look
Have a bonfire with old harry potter books
Martians vs. goblins, goons vs. the crooks
And since me
that I'm bringing
The crowd to enjoyment, by what I do

I keep the people cheerin', because of what they hearin'
Movin' and groovin',
this cash 
Will I be subject to kill, live my life by a gat 
Just when I think I made it out, the street is calling me back 

Chorus: 
(Nature) 
I
or jail
Popped by "Dirty Harry" or popped by the cops for they yayo, locked in a cell
Who's to blame when I was raised in this hood, where my crew was slain
wire 
Yesterday's a collar that has settled round my waist 

Today keeps slipping by me, it leaves no aftertaste 
Tomorrow is a daydream,
have you singing like Harry Connick
So fake thug shit and that drug shit, homie, stop it
I'm from where niggas get popped and hold that dope in
By none other than Ghostface Killah, Raekwon the Chef
Rock Marciano and Busta Rhymes
A job well done fellas, very good piece of work
[Chorus]
I be living in the left lane
Passing y'all by
Sun roof rolling back, speakers up high
I be living in the left lane
Closing my eyes,
check it, exit the old style
Enters the new
But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew
Or should I say flock cause around every block
There's
to make my day, like my name was Dirty Harry
If the industry was a movie, I'll make the game scary
First nigga to put the world in the bitchuary
I'm
fresh off the press 
Hittin' hard like a tech on the target 
Scratching "Just grab the mic, ? don't do it right." 

J-Ro rock the party till
Hittin' hard like a tech on the target 
Scratching "Just grab the mic, ? don't do it right." 

J-Ro rock the party till the needle start skippin' 
I'm
By none other than Ghostface Killah, Raekwon the Chef
Rock Marciano and Busta Rhymes
A job well done fellas, very good piece of work
drunk I sing a song like this
My grandma and your grandma urrp
Sittin' by the fire
Hold on, turn the beat off (nah, keep it goin'
(J-ro can you make
I don't bet
I don't be in no casino, and baby while you knizzow
The izzi is the grizzeat Kizzangizzo."
I thought she'd be impress by my devious rap
I don't bet
I don't be in no casino, and baby while you knizzow
The izzi is the grizzeat Kizzangizzo."
I thought she'd be impress by my devious rap