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[Verse 1:] From out the rising sun up north, I'm [?] Writing poetry, click clack, my brain it go off Latest [?] down, I copped them [?] new town All W's up, come from under [?] Suckers switch rhymes, patterns on point, flexing slick lines Catch me in the crease of the beast, Lexus big tires Always been a leader homeboy, niggas I blow the beef up [?] thousands of talents, good with nine hundred of them Niggas don't eat, [?] If you call collect, you better say what's up with them If you borrow the tech, you better have a muscle on them Spear, you better have a puzzle for them If we borrow some gear, you know to bring the duffel for them No we don't just hustle, all we do is tussle for it Get [?] amount [Hook:] We don't talk cause talk's cheap Lose paper I lose sleep Like a steel drum This a dedication to the real ones From NY to Long Beach To the [?] die streets Lose paper or lose sleep, nigga My shit banging in your eardrum SongtexteHey, this a dedication to the real ones [Verse 2:] I'm writing to give you more of me, there's more to see More than petty wars and monotonous beef A militia, ice water diamond steep Your rhymes is weak, and you don't [?] a line to speak [?] freeze, [?] climb in sheets About a dollar, I could go through ten dimes in a week Sick of chasing stars with spacious cars Bars Hoping they take it abroad in a place so hard That I could replace my broad and replace my job I pray that God grant me whatever I deserve Legend of the curve But believe in it and the will come This a dedication to the real ones [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania