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I'm hit
Not by no bullet or no pellet 
But the smoke from the can a beer shit
I might just be too high
Then I put my middle finger up when I
best friend Mack
Now the truck feels empty, the front seat cold and bare, but every time I drive that route
I feel his spirit there, no longer by my side
day’s been
I’d like to hold you in my arms
We can do whatever we want to
I”ll do whatever you want, babe

Stopped by the store on my way here
I got some
the Dr. D into the R.E. suckers ready to leap
Up on the tip when we made it
Creative so I'll never be regarded as a regular
More than just a little bit
marching side by side
I'm looking for a place to hide
Sarge wants us to stay in time
Or he'll have us killed at the front line
We spotted the enemy
Sarge
my friends do it
But I said no 'cause I don't want my nose to grow
They started tripping on me, busting and flipping on me
So I had to front and say
Well we had a mouse right in our house and were afraid to move
But I'd never trade that time we spent huddled up in the front room
No chill or rats
just take half and bust 'em out
I give the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the house

I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by
cash for eighty seven
Some did it got paid, some jams were never played
But I am just a poet who watched the whole parade
Go by, and why, cause they
help me get off these bricks
Coffee kick, but after I bust, I be like, "Get the fuck off me bitch"

If she front, bruise her in the ribs
But you hugged
to the basics
Like Tigger in the basement, yeah I was patiently waiting, you niggas not taking my shine
Don't understand how you niggas getting by Reciting them
listen here (uh, come on)
Dres, D-R-E-S, yes I guess I can start
If it's all right with you, I'll rip this here joint apart
Back, Middle, to the front
the routine
Don't wanna hear nobody blow steam, just C.R.E.A.M. or it's a smoke screen
Imagine that, that's why I hardly kick the bragging raps
I zone,
and spaghetti
Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya
Attack like a vulture, see what I told ya?
Said I'd get'cha, wear it if it fit ya
Y'all thirteen
just take half and bust 'em out
I give the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the house

I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by
and mind's delicate 
Up in the spot popping bottles
Do a few lines when I need the hit
Lay wit models grab the throttle
They all gonna love me when they hear
and spaghetti
Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya
Attack like a vulture, see what I told ya?
Said I'd get'cha, wear it if it fit ya
Y'all thirteen
Yeah, I think about you sometimes
And I know you never think about me one time
Damn baby, I'ma always be your front line
Putting all my love in
the front door, and guess who they came for?
A young nigga headed for the pen, coulda been, shoulda been
Never see the hood again

Behind enemy lines, my
Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-IG
I got P-A-ID, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out nicks went
For twenty down
dance like I do
(You say you wanna dance, say you wanna get down?)
The thing what's funny is
Ya'll got the nerve to wanna P.H.D. me
Cuz I'm making all
Tahiti, throw off NYPD, am I greedy?
Like I mean E.D. see me in the fly
Selena Gibby frames in a beanie
I flip my loot twice a week on the most trifflin'
wasn't for the PJ's y'all probably never heard of me
Y'all be like, "Who the hell is Wyclef, and what's a Fugee?"
I'd probably be standin on a corner,
and the sea would leave me parched
But I'll be first in line if they'll let me ride, by god, you'll see my starch
Lope back o'er the heath with the laurel

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