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Show Em How You Do It


Take your first breath followed by your first step. Ready up; make sure your swagger's in check. They already bet that you ain't ready yet, so prove em wrong, show em that you are ready to jet. Yeah, the haters think they run the show just because they got a little bit of dough. But me and you know that you ready to go. It's game time, baby, time to show em how you roll. You on the proving ground now; you better do it, get wild; you 'gon bring the house down; Show em how you do it. You can't hear the haters now, they drowned out by the crowd; all your fans gettin' loud; Show em how you do it. The haters think you're gonna fall, think your back's against the wall, but you know that they are wrong, 'cause you're gonna give your all. The game's about to begin, you 'gon fight 'til the end. You can't let the haters win, No, no, not again. Nah, you worked too hard to give up here. This ain't the time to back down, show em no fear. It's time to let em hear that their end is near. The hater reign will be done when your game's in gear. Step up to the battleground; the time for games ends now; it's you and them, final round; show em how you do it. No more playin', messin' 'round, and don't you let em break you down. You got the skill so get the crown; show em how you do it. It's time you stepped into the ring. Yeah, you go and do your thing; the haters 'gon feel the sting when you get crowned the King. I know you 'gon bring it hot, you 'gon make their jaws drop. They won't be able to stop you from gettin' to the top. Yeah, you 'gon put the haters in their place. They were kings, but you just became the Ace. They tried to raise the stakes, but you weren't even phased. You took em down, and now you run the game. You own the battleground now; Number One, there's no doubt; Yeah, you brought the house down; show em how you do it. The haters, they don't come around, you ran em straight out of town. Yeah, you did it, stand proud! Show em how you do it. Made the haters look like clowns, turned their smirks into frowns, Got the crowd screaming loud; show em how you do it. You're the King, you've been crowned, and all that's left to do now... is Show Em How You Do It.
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