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[Pacewon]Ahhh.. yes.. one life.. and what a life it isThe new millenium.. everything's beautifuleverything's bright -- EXCEPT in the undergroundHu-hu-huh, yo, yo, yo, EXCEPT in the undergroundAnti-theft devices.. stolen cars.. mad drugsChancellor Avenue! (Yo yo yo YO! Pace! Whattup nigga?)(Yo yo yo!) HUH! Sunroof top, built-in stash spot Chillin on the scene with a gangsta lean, OOHUh, yea-yea-yea-yea-YEAHYea-yea-yea, yo-yo-yo, UH! Some do clock like neighborhood watch Jealous of the team that's makin the cream, OOHYea-yea-yea-yea-yeahAnd it go like thisI don't be battlin average men, I rip your establishmentSemi check they're after us - 260 MadisonAvenue, New York, New YorkMy crew walk through y'all like MOVE IT, MOVE ITDon't make me holla holla that your raps need improvementYour best track get left back like stupid students!And while I show you new kids how to do thislet me break down how I be movin units, yoSongtexteI talk about stealin you and how your label beatin youExploit the weakness that I see in youCrack on your Mom Duke and talk about your vehicleBig time FAG, not doin what you need to do, YOI'm the unbeatable, non-stop eager tostep up to the plate nigga like a major leaguer doSee jail, get a R.O.R.Come back home like a hardcore star!Take over the streets, move that cardboard carDoin two hour shows, no encores y'all!Gat blow, rap pro, style is supernaturalHave hoes packed 'til they can't move 'em back - YO!Who been imitatin? Who want to be like me?Rap all day, fuck all night WE.... are the debonnaire, never scaredPush it 160, mad tipsy off of EverclearGot guns and Knicks like Marcus CambyI hide 'em in the darkest alleyIf a snitch drop dime on my crimes I'ma have to park at RallyRun up and spark his family; sing the hook! Sunroof top, built-in stash spot Chillin on the scene with a gangsta lean, OOHYeah, yeah, huh, yoYo-yo-yo-yo-YO, uh! Some do clock like neighborhood watch Jealous of the team that's makin the cream, OOHHuh, yeah yeah yeahI'm the man at the show that the women come seeStrippers say, "Fuck it - we all fuck free!"Mr. Intangible, can't touch meRoll up on you hungry, only one deepSlug three fools in the leg and the tummyy'all can't take nuttin from me, DUNNYSilly-ass niggaz like Cole on "Martin"I go to jail, either get paroled or get pardonedSee who the snitch get the fifth then I spark himNext time you see him, he on a milk cartonListen, how we Detroit like the PistonsBURIED SIX FEET SOMEWHEREI raise my glass in the air, drink about five beersCome up with all these ideas, TO SPARK ITOpen up a market, rentin out apartmentsGive it to a nigga when he act like he want itAny situation, my crew down to solve itNine to sixteen ex-convictsBetter save comments for bullshit crews that need polishThis one here got the phonics, bitch! Sunroof top, built-in stash spot Chillin on the scene with a gangsta lean, OOHYea-yea-yea-yea-YEAHy'all can't fuck with Da Bricks, UHH! Some do clock like neighborhood watch Jealous of the team that's makin the cream, OOHYea-yea-yea-yea-YEAHPace.. WON! Aus Songtexte Mania