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[INTRO:]Uh huh, uh huhFeels good to be back at the essence where it all started you knowUh huh, uh huhWhat upUh huh, uh huhTurn up my headphones man, uh huh uh huhI got a few things I wanna tell the people out thereYo, yo, yo[HOOK:]All I hear is Fugee this, Fugee thatWhere Fugee At? I need Fugees to spit up on this trackLauryn if you're listenin, Pras if you're listeninGimme a call I'm in the lab in the Booga BasementY'all know my style, I'm still *mini, money, mini, mini,It aint all about the money*[Verse 1]When I was hustla, two dogs by my side plus a black pistolaLoud MCs, feel the silencerY'all still rhymin, y'all cuckoo, I send cycles to BelvueThis aint a sequel son, but I have you "Scream 2" [AHHH!]Real live cinema of the streets produced a junkiePut back on your shirt man you lookin like ETYou're cracked out, for dough, some blow on saxophoneYou're rhymin off beat even with help from my metronomesSee, y'all aint MCs, you a CMCommon Motherfucker rhymin about Lexus and BenzThe same Benz you got jacked in, drunk off of GinYou woke up in hell gettin sexed by Marilyn MansonYou lie, you deny, pass me the microphoneI guess like Eddie Murphy you was givin 'em a ride homeYeah right, 25 mics, material in The SourceWhile your rap crew's on steroids lookin like Full ForceYour girl she's buffed, puffed, in daytime don't play roughThe freaks come out at night so that's when I bring out the cuffsGrandma yell, CD player number twoShadae's in my bedroom singin "sweetest taboo"[HOOK][Verse 2]We used to rap, now y'all wanna come and get me with a bat?Y'all must be smokin crack, with Pookie from New JackHow could y'all forget, I'm the reason y'all MCBut y'all flip like Pharisees and charge me for blasphemyYou know who you are, eight bar superstarKarate cars, buy up the bars with the credit cardsYou wanna impress, I'm young chick, you just metFirst thing she say, "I used to run with Wyclef"Look surprised, see your flesh outside your vestYeah you could fight, in the WWFCuz in this arena aint nothin but gladiators and hatersHopin they kill me and roll and feed me to the tigersOh Lord, protect me from the devilThey open the book of life, y'all readin like the anti christYour weak kid, stop lyin to the publicYou wanted it so bad that you took all the production creditsSome MCs in the underground, mad at me cuz I'm above groundCounting English poundsI tell ya what, success don't come overnightI was in Noah's Ark for Forty days and Forty nightsContemplatin what should I write, what should I reciteCuz aint nobody here but thugs and chicks wit iceThat's when I daydream into the twilightGirls wit they man, screamin "I hate life"Baby girl look in the opposite directionCuz my class is the *Misedu...*[HOOK]more