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When do I get paid for all the money you made Selling souls on Capitol Hill Another law's been passed designed to break your ass And keep the middle class
game, destroying life, they hate me for it Eventually, see they can't beat then with me they join Others sworn, under oath or banished, left completely scorned You tell lies, get caught, nigga kick rocks
crash you doors When I'm in Philly,it's a sold out tour In L.A.,I max out real hard When I'm in New York,I bill with the Gods So don't try to deny me
stop (don't stop it) Keep rocking (keep rocking y'all) Keep on moving (keep moving, don't stop (don't stop it) Keep rocking (keep rocking y'all) [Kardinal
this through righteous steps You judists thought I was gone, so in light of my death Y'all been all happy go lucky, bunch of sambos Call me gods son,
us Tell Wayne I'm going in like somebody 'bout to bury me In this rap game nobody could ever bury me That's why you see me on stage rocking wit' Young
Try to tell these muthafuckas they should do as do does I been smoking haze just as green as the zoo was Sorta like the city of Gods We be screamin
) what? (to get my man see we bout to spit some) HOT SHIT What? No doubt.. HOT SHIT! [Common] Old men see visions young men dream dreams I rock the
I'm a raw flow 'cause it never get rusty I ain't gotta say it, man, dawg, trust me Bust somebody head, TLC, where was we? Still rock the Prada 'fore that, rock
, type killin' in the game, music I just wanna be like Akeelah, an achiever From the streets of the Chi where some get high for leisure Selling weed out of cleaners From rocks
he does not know Tell me who killed rock n roll Tell me who killed rock n roll Tell me who killed rock n roll Tell me who killed rock n roll
the chrome, and the rocks) (On yo block, in your fuckin face, hit this all off) (So I hit the dope, grab the glock, and the chrome, and the rocks) (
own style yet man And every rhyme I ever spit out my face was spotless Any bitch I ever said strip to got topless Any click whoever said shit They got rocked
musical conversation It's a beautiful situation right here Givin birth on the track 'cause the cipher stay pregnant with ideas And we rockin it, rock rock rockin
tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the Gods, come on Precious metals round our necks and arms We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the Gods Ghetto