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Verse 1
no can do,
My head hurtin', my breath funkin',
my pockets sittin' on Russell Slimmin'
I'm bright -skinned,
even in your city, boy
I take an aspirin,
I hate how most the rappers
they gon' say,
when this dude popped up
Brrra -tap -tap -tap -tap -tap,
Louisiana rollin'
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It's time to make the whole
U .S. see like a Trojan
And I done told them that they
gon' need protection
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Cause ain't no move passin' on me,
straight interceptions
I'm teachin' lessons like I was
back in the classroom
don't look at your competition
Look past them, I'ma smash them
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You can ask them, feel the passion
Cause right now I'm feelin' like
It's my time
Yeah, you ain't gotta lie to me, homie
But anytime, baby
It's my time
And I know, and he know,
and she know, and we know
They all know it, homie
It's my time
And if you feelin' like
I'm feelin'
Why won't you go on, let me know,
let me know, come on
It's my pain
Yeah, uh, yeah, it got a feeling, yeah, love
It's my pain
Let's just get real about it,
you think I really give a uh
And people know I ain't
no thug or no gangster
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But all the gangsters is telling me
hold it down like a anchor
When I'm with cuz in that pope city,
eatin' all that southern jazzy chicken
When you catch me in
Lafayette with the Kobe
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Well probably as you will
when you see me actin'
like you know me
Back in the woods, catch me on the front
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Took me in just like
I was back home
Chica City be holdin' me down
They say home is where the hate is
But the only hate I get
is from people that's jealous
Your head to go acapella
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Yeah they know, yeah they know
I made it cool to bump Wayne
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and the battle's only bigger, let's go, it's my time, yeah man,
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check and watch, you know what time it is, it's my time,
it's going down round here,
going down round here, come on, now sing it,
it's my time, and I got it, and I got it,
And I got it, come on
It's my pen
Check me out
Check me, check me
It's my pen
Different slang, different cities,
different hood
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Same struggle though,
it's already understood
And man I'm sick of people
talking about Katrina
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I got a whole city ready to fight her,
so have you seen her?
Mr. Officer told me I ran a red light
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That light was yellow
You crooked fellow, you solving jello
Don't tell me hello,
don't try to search my whip
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Just write your ticket and dip,
cause I'ma get it pulled anyway
Don't get mad cause I got that plug,
I would be their son
And that ain't rhyme, but it's my time,
I had all of this hair, son
Hadn't been overlooked,
but they still say, not him
Man, my resume is self -explanatory,
yeah
It's my pen
Ooh, you know, uh, check me out now
It's my pen
Man, I ain't even got no
more words for him
Except for this, look
It's my pen
Shoot
Let's get it understood
one more time now
It's my turn
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