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The Bizness


i keep a star in my pocket so i can always reach the sky & i speak the gospel truth , aint got time for the lies i brush my failures , bounce back from my losses cause i'm too qualified for these interns ( uh uh ) these execs ( yeah ) & their bosses ( what ) & of course , i'm much more than just a pretty face it would be such a shame for such intellect to be thrown into the waste been an ill kid since the second album of nas my skills are the effect , what the fuck's the cause ? it's these wack mc's , watch before you speak my lines cause epilepsy and make bitches weak i'm laughing at you chumps , doubting my dream you worried bout me behind that screen while i'm getting cream & i haveta , send respects to the real females , original chicks didn't come in the game on some swagger jackin shit take a sip from the fountain of outside dallas and get lost in another world with the the rabbit and alice
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