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Oh, my word It's who? It's mree, mree Yeah, yeah Everybody knows what me and D do to verses Walk in the stu', any beat, any speed Just gimme somethin' to work with Talk about clash, I'll hit him where the nerve is (Greaze) I don't know why I ever ask man, "Wagwan?" 'Cause I already know what the word is (Huh?) Fake love got a big man like me flyin' 'round With a tool in the car like I don't know what a bird is International, bigger than the capital (Sets) Now the guys at the label, they wanna talk when I see them Talkin' about contracts, must be talkin' Vodafone Free calls on the weekend (Brrr) I get ten shows tryna see three Ms (Brrr) And I speak facts Big Smoke, I get the cash in Dash back to the dunya with the Gs dem (Nice) It's a bittersweet symphony They say, "An eye for an eye" (Smoke) You die by the sword Nah, you can't look for no sympathy I get high so I can ease the pain But still I could never touch yay like Kimberly (Never) I got rich and still I kept my dignity (Trust) All the old Gs fallin' off, see Skeppy and D Double That's who they wish to be
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