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your lungs give out

This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race (Now you)
This ain't a scene, it's
your lungs give out

This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race (Now you)
This ain't a scene, it's
a scene, it's a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race (Now you)
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race (Wear out
a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
(Now You)
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
(Wear out the groove)
your lungs give out

This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race (Now you)
This ain't a scene, it's
285 but I'm focused
Four fifty four's, I race Porsches
White leather seats, as fresh as Air Forces
Doing bout a hundred but the track still bumping
ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they
jump the tracks
You can refrain
Keep it contained
This is your brain

Then she walks right by
And that all goes out the window
And your IQ starts
boy, you will get out of it
The energy released comes back, there is no doubt of it
So when you thrive to connive and contrive foolish deeds
This
tail 
There's no bail, not thinkin bout jail 
All the ends, are justified by the means 
When Jack's on the scene 
Track the movement, don't lose it
and check this out sometime
He looked at me like I'm out my mind shook his head like white boys don't know how to rhyme
I spit out a line and rhymed
and check this out sometime
He looked at me like I'm out my mind shook his head like white boys don't know how to rhyme
I spit out a line and rhymed
good for long enough Knock 'em out, sell 'em, move on, 
It's a fast buck and the race is on to get in, get out, 
Get what you want, get out it's
Knock 'em out, sell 'em, move on, it's a fast buck and the race is on to get in, get out, get what you want, get out it's the short term, the long term
I ain't no genius but I knew it wasn't right
Eating uppers in the morning and LSD at night
Send me off to deep space
Help 'em win the arms race
card
Strong-arm the wrong man, pardon the left, god
Get money and earn it, then everything you touch turn shit
Got much to learn kid, light it up burn
If I could write you a song to make you fall in love
I would already have you up under my arm
I used up all my tricks, I hope that you like this
But,
parked but the rims keep moving 
Sign pictures by the hundred, to the youngins in the hood cause I
Ain't Hollywood, I come from the hood I'm use to it
it must refuse to flow,
For you let this human race fall down so God-awful low!

This song is just a reminder to remind your fellow man
That this
and check this out sometime
He looked at me like I'm out my mind shook his head like white boys don't know how to rhyme
I spit out a line and rhymed
card
Strong-arm the wrong man, pardon the left, god
Get money and earn it, then everything you touch turn shit
Got much to learn kid, light it up burn
know the downtown club scene ain't nothing like it used to be
You reach a point where there's not a lie in the world
That you could use to make
the actions happening. 
You know the downtown club scene ain't nothing like it used to be. 
You reach a point where there's not a lie in the world 
That you
[P. Diddy)
Uhh, yeah, you know what it is

[Black Rob]
Hey , back on the scene
Ain't nuthin' changed
Still doin' wild things
Whippin'
And its kickin'
But it ain't chicken
But it's livin' for a city
So sick 'n' tired
Of a scene buckwild, piled in a file
Senile or Chile
They said it