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To *'Stand By Me'
Like Ben E. King said
The rest of my life
Listen!

Baby! Baby!

It's too (late)
You're too late to wake up
(It's too late to wake up)
[Chorus]
If there is a final hour
Let's hope for a higher power
1 by 1 and 2 by 2
I have ammo what about you [x2]

[Verse 1]
Grandma told me the good
backs like King acts
Over Organized tracks full of facts
So you know that it's D.E.E.P

You want to go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P
You know you fucked
knew the fella could play
Dig him
By the things he heard his right hand say
(Now, we're gonna romp)
(There was no doubtin' that the man could swing)
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
If there is a final hour
Let's hope for a higher power
One by one and two by two
I have ammo what about you 

Grandma told
us
This is real talk, shank lullabies
Ben Franks, we like Jet Blue we stay hella high

Curl on the dumbbell L
We can't even S P E L L MTV or TRL
the same thing
The name ring then the chain swing and dames cling
Money green, Maury kicks, whips and new fitteds
(It was all a dream) Advocated by
pounding on your shoulders
Never shall I be an MC, called a wannabe
I am the Lyte, L-Y-T-E
This is the way it is, don't ever forget
Hear the rhyme by
floosies (hey hey)
And that's how we do's it
Not the Biancas we choosing
Everybody lose it, listenin to our music

[Verse 2: Big Ben]
And they like, and they
Two an alliance on the scene
and I'd like to say whassup to my producer King of Chill
Party people are you ready, jam if you will
Never underestimate
ta get a plaque
So why you wanna go and do that, huh?

[Chali 2na]
I don't know man 'cause we see fiends who dream c.r.e.a.m
Reppin' the west
[Chorus: x2]
D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P. I'll take ya D.E.E.P.
You know you fucked up when you let my mind creep
Deeper than the page
touch that
I thought you did a triple 'cause you said "Aw, fuck that!"
Diamond Hill how ya feel, hey Ben Hef
Give me a hearing aid or two then I'm
carton
You could still feel chills from the team
On 118, my nigga Ben fly by like it's a dream
His face on his Shirt Kings
Laced in a pinky ring, in
a motherf***er over mathematics
Haters gonna hate, but they don`t count n**** hustle
The dope game runs on two thing (what`s that?) money and muscle
Do some
runs on two thing (what's that?) money and muscle
Do some gotti, fourth of July your party
Laid his "supposed to be so called hardest nigga in your
I am the king of the rappin' thing
But love, is really my game
And when it comes, to gettin' the finest chicks
I put all the other rappers
E.D., rock the mic and roll the blunt, ya dig?
Goal is to get Naughty by Nature
And blow up like when girls blow up my SkyPager
Make loot by the stacks -
when, I, ride
I load the forty-five, and explode on your side
My niggas, Mike and Mario, they got some 2's for me
And I spin a nigga Ben until he use
a thing quick and easy 

Think slick, she better get wit the wick 

'Cause foul, foul, foul is your style 

You tried to run the race but you lost by
two to the jugular, blood be spreadin
All on my shirt, the king of the flirt shittin
Bitches hit me off more than New Edition
(Tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet,
like The Predator
Fuck you, your label moms and yo' editor
Give you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin
All on my shirt, the king of the flirt
the Superbowl, bought myself a ring
Whether you sparkle or you bling, don't matter same thing
Thug drinkin' mo', but Don the King
I'm gettin' pissy, with Tissy,
I am the king of the rappin' thing
But love, is really my game
And when it comes, to gettin' the finest chicks
I put all the other rappers
I'm running from the firm in the novel by Grisham. 
Or Tommyknockers, by Mr. King, 
On the run and this ain't no dream. 

[Chorus] 

Hiding out