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115 lines
2.9 KiB
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[Chorus]
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Can't be touched
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Can't be stopped
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Can't be moved
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Can't be rocked
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Can't be shook
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We hot
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When will you niggas learn
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Came to get crunk
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Came to bring life
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Came to get it started
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Came to get it right
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Turn down your music
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Turn up my mic
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When will you niggas learn
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[Verse 1: Magic]
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I mean what I speak, I do as I say
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I hustle I grind, don't get in my way
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I'm pimpin' my hoes, I'm jackin' my flows
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I spit at police and duck my P.O.'s
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I ain't goin' to court, you can call a judge
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Tell him kiss my ass, cause I ain't gon' budge
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And I ain't goin' back to lock up
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You tryin' to glock a pop up
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I ain't goin' back to both
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And I'm never gonna stop the puffin', not for nothin'
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The block they need me, the streets they need me
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The club scene nigga, is mine believe me
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You don't believe me
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[Chorus:]
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Can't be touched
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Can't be stopped
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Can't be moved
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Can't be rocked
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Can't be shook
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We hot
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When will you niggas learn
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Came to get crunk
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Came to bring life
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Came to get it started
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Came to get it right
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Turn down your music
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Turn up my mic
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When will you niggas learn
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[Verse 2: Trouble]
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Open your hearts for me, look what I got for you
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You in the presence of greatness, I'll make it hot for you
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Pass the rock to me, block and I'll run with it
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Here for the game and all the pussy that come with it
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So full of focus I'm insistent on keepin' it goin'
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The Franchise, I exist in a league of my own
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Expect attention unfamiliar with being ignored
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The truth back, can't it lockin' and closin' the doors
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Brick wall in the road, I won't move
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The King I'm like Roy, in the ring I can't lose
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Show the face of what compares to mine
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You wanna war, mutha fucka I ain't hard to find
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Now holla back, nigga
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[Chorus:]
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Can't be touched
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Can't be stopped
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Can't be moved
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Can't be rocked
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Can't be shook
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We hot
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When will you niggas learn
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Came to get crunk
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Came to bring life
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Came to get it started
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Came to get it right
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Turn down your music
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Turn up my mic
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When will you niggas learn
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[Verse 3: Roy Jones, Jr.]
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I move when my heart say move
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Fierce like a lion, got nothin' to prove
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Stubborn as a hot damn mule
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God in my corner, nigga can't lose
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Tryin' to take me out my hot damn shoes
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See how quick I jump up and give you bitches the blues
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They gonna see you on the hot damn news
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And that ain't even nothin', linkin' me to the crime
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Not a print, not a hot damn clue
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Beatin' these niggas down is what I came to do
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And I ain't playin' by a hot damn rule
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Shakin' you niggas down if you ain't payin' your dues
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We passin' up your block and ooohh! (Gun Shot)
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My screws are loose, don't call my hands
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Cause you gon' make me act a hot damn fool
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Dead discussion, you will not win cause I will not lose
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[Chorus:]
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Can't be touched
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Can't be stopped
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Can't be moved
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Can't be rocked
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Can't be shook
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We hot
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When will you niggas learn
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Came to get crunk
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Came to bring life
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Came to get it started
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Came to get it right
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Turn down your music
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Turn up my mic
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When will you niggas learn |