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James Smith when nine years old When 'Sugarhill' was in I'm listenin' to cold-crushed tapes to get I set my in a Silvia treated me cold Time flew 'cause I was my shit off Sixteen now, it's the time to set my first hit off
'I Need A Beat', it was a on the DL But every time I did a show my was misspelled 'Can't Live Without My Radio' I'm kickin' down the door-crushed box the bells' like a madman dissin' me Event-flippin' the script-but I made my first 50 grand
All I wanted was a pencil, a little A money in my pocket and a Phillie to roll I'm makin' records, now the girls are on my tip I'm sleepin' late, no money damn, I'm late for school,
Todd, get upstairs and take out that
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I wasn't tryin' to it 'cause I'm bad When I'm alone in my room, I pick up a pen and to get mad I need love, that means I need a to love me down I dropped the pretty style 'cause rap was gettin' I a year for the results, I'm triple platinum We know the presidents are flowin' by who's 'em
I'm that of guy when poppa wasn't happy with it Tripplin' 'em up, that was my style, but bit it Yo Marley, hit the remix, make it fresh with power move, I'll switch my hat, the shit is major Puttin' out till da break of dawn', tell me what Cops me illegal search motherfucker
I'm just a makin' jams now I got a name I still remember chillin' with my on the train I'm sayin' two to I'm representin' hip hop Admit that I'm the man, time for me to get my props
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Mama said to knock 'em out' I 'em out the box I got a to wake, you're sloppin' up and down the blocks There never was a when I was down to meetin' by myself When all the punks on top of else, but
In '92 and '93 I'm history The largest motherfuckin' street, that ain't no The baddest rapper born, you think I'm crazy? I your albums' kinda warm, that shit don't phase me I'm too rough, too rugged, now that sound so easy does it Thought I was going back to Cali' where I knew I
I a 'Murder Gram', solo in a black van I'm knuckle game, stomp you with my Timberland 'Mr. Goodbar' lickin' all the stuff I'm kickin' down your door with condoms in a You wanna find me to Farmers Boulevard And you can hear me, eat 'em up, ask for Todd
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