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Haha It's there in their eyes Word, look at that eagle, word That shit, look at it’s eyes, right there, it's eye No way we got that from ‘em, right? All alone in the room, Frank Rosetta These motherfuckers We're having conventions of a new kind of joke That’s with the fresh extraterrestrial brother Yeah Tell L.A. Reid I ain't a pop star From the back streets, I'm a block star Signing mumble rappers, now they got ya'll Settin' niggas back like a cop car I'm with Nas now, I'm a snack now Got a few chips, and I'm wise now Know they heard about me, got they eyes now Just when you thought the city died down I’m back in this bitch, like an investor I’m coming at 'em, I get molecular Look at the form, I weathered the storm Seen many flows, all of ’em born We from the belly, y'all gotta feed us Dope by the ounces, and I'm a leader I could delete us, like the leader Letras de cancionesOf the new school, I'm actually cool I’m used shy, I feel like a pimp thought Aye, It's like I'm brushing my teeth Why? I spit what I meant, ho Aye, nine times out of ten, she just want to get instrumental That's why I beat it, then beat it, aye I need the check like I'm Nike, yeah I need the boost like Adidas, wait ‘Member when the club used to tell me shoot? Backstage, had to sneak us Shit is a cycle, I'm feelin' washed I'm tired of being in the bleachers Tired of all these niggas sleeping Like a mattress, got mad tricks Like a young magician to the competition If I disappear, bet he disappear If I disinfect, leave him desolate All these buildings slow, they don't get it yet All these new suits fuckin' up the game Pull they tie, choke ‘em like I'm Ving Rhames It's the return of the baby boy Back in the mix like a stem, aye I rep the East ‘til it ends, Stro It's nice to meet you again Yeah From Letras Mania