1nce Again (feat. Tammy Lucas) - Radio Version

You on point Phife?
 1nce Again Tip
 You on point Phife?
 1nce Again Tip
 You on point Phife?
 1nce Again Tip
 Word
 Watch me bust they shit
 OK
 Ohhhh, you did it to me 1nce Again my friend
 I swear you do it to me everytime
 Cause you stay crazy on my mind
 Yo you got it goin on (say word), on and on and on
 On and on and on
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 This is the year that I come in and just devestate
 My style is great ask your peoples can I dominate?
 My rhymes are harder than last night's erection
 Don't play me close, I'll have this mic up in your rear section
 My shit is lovely simply meaning that my joint is tight
 Amping up the mic making sure production's tight
 Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
 But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
 My name's Malik my hobby's putting MC's to the test
 And if you front I'll put my foot up in your friggin chest
 Freestyle fanatic, and never will it ever stop
 You crew is loose, you might just want to call the cops
 Aiyyo I gotta put some action on paper
 Make sure my verse jump up and spread out like the raper
 The only tip I got for a waiter
 Is watch the doorknob hit me where the dirty dog shoulda bit me
 That was my train of thought, but for so long I fought
 Now I'm at a level supreme to the devil
 So turn up the bass and lay low on the treble
 We be the real MC's and you dead, bring a shovel
 Revitalize, the vital Tribe nigga, WHAT?
 The ladies sweat the style like the squirrel sweat the nuts
 You know a fellas good for the moola
 Don't smoke no woolas, read the name call me Slick Tip the Ruler
 Ohhhh, you did it to me 1nce Again my friend
 I swear you do it to me everytime
 Cause you stay crazy on my mind
 Yo you got it goin on (say word), on and on and on
 On and on and on
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 Yo I've been treading on this globe man for twenty-five joints
 Sometimes Shaitan got me by the pressure points
 But I can break a fella down like sex
 You eat Wheat Chex but still light in the ass and can't flex
 If one nigga front I'ma make more pay
 Cause toniiiiight, we gettin off like O.J.
 And yo I got a Dawg that bites, fuck the barking
 Yo I got a crew with the beats and the smarts and
 I fought my shit up on Linden in the one-nine-two
 Forever writing never biting ain't shit else to do
 Hoping to battle, but most MC's ain't ready yet
 But if they huddle, and word, then this is good as set
 You have MC's dropping bombs that's incredible
 Some of the brothers, their styles are just despicable
 As for me see I just do how I love to do
 Try to deny me of my props then I'll be seeing you
 Most of you suckers wanna be down for the tag along
 The friggin fame, someone tell em that this shit ain't games
 You gots to do this from your heart meaning your inner soul
 And if it's real only then will you be on a roll
 I try to that
 Gun up, fuck these niggas
 Use that second chance
 To make a better plan
 Be a better man or
 It's whatever, man
 Yeah, my dawg go on and
 Light that blunt up for my nigga
 Bling, blow, put that gun up,
 Fuck these niggas
 Use that second chance
 To make a better plan
 Be a better man or it's whatever, man
 I hate to see my dawg
 Through that window
 Phone smell like tears
 How my dawg get up in there
 He roll for his peers now
 We all look like sinners
 Now we outchea eatin',
 I thought we all would be at dinner, yeah
 Don't let this shit distract
 You from your purpose, bruh
 They just trying to stop
 What you been workin' for
 You said that you'd buy
 Your mama a whole crib
 But now your kid ain't got no crib,
 You doin' a whole bid, shit
 That ain't where you 'posed to be
 Thousands in the crowd,
 That's just what you supposed to see
 I told her that you supposed to
 Just lay low, stay close to me
 Let me do all the workin',
 I know that we both could eat
 Supposedly, we all should
 Be destined for the same fate
 Tryna impress all these
 Niggas just to save face
 Bigger guns, bigger whips,
 We in the same race
 Then we end up in the same place
 Yeah, yeah
 Man, I swear that I got
 One up on these niggas
 Bling, blow, put that gun up,
 Fuck these niggas
 Use that second chance
 To make a better plan
 Be a better man or it's whatever, man
 Yeah, my dawg go on
 And light that blunt up for my nigga
 Bling, blow, put that gun up,
 Fuck these niggas
 Use that second chance
 To make a better plan
 Be a better man or it's whatever, man
 I hate to see my dawgs
 Stuck in they hometown
 Runnin' in place and
 Can't make no ground
 I keep tellin' my dawg
 To make they own sound
 Put them O's down,
 The police comin' and it's over now
 Yeah, havin' that pack
 Ain't where it's at
 Put your city on the map,
 And leave that bitch behind your back
 'Cause them niggas gon' start
 Hatin' all the sudden
 And if they can't find you,
 They make examples out your cousin
 What the fuck is goin' on with niggas?
 Somethin' wrong with niggas
 You make that cake and can't
 Feel safe in your own home with niggas
 But if you can't stay out that place,
 Then you belong with niggas
 And you gone raise that
 Lil baby to be a grown lil nigga
 Supposedly, we all should
 Bbe destined for the same fate
 Tryna impress all these niggas just to save face
 Bigger guns, bigger whips, we in the same race
 Then we end up in the same place
 Yeah, yeah
 Man, I swear that I got
 One up on these niggas
 Bling, blow, put that gun up,
 Fuck these niggas
 Use that second chance
 To make a better plan
 Be a better man or
 It's whatever, man
 Yeah, my dawg go on and
 Llight that blunt up for my nigga
 Bling, blow, put that gun up,
 Fuck these niggas
 Use that second chance
 To make a better plan
 Be a better man or
 It's whatever, man
 Swear my grind was
 Hard as I hustled hard
 Prayin' for these blessings,
 Gave it all to God
 Ain't nobody have
 Faith in Betty grandboy
 Pain made a phone call
 And now I'm headed north
 It's shame my own city
 Hate to see me shine
 Bitch, I'm focused on these millions,
 We need every dime
 NappyBoy to the death,
 I'm talkin' dotted lines
 Got everybody lookin'
 Froze like a broken spine
 Knew my time was comin',
 All it took was patience
 Actions speak louder than words,
 So now they really hatin'
 Business over bullshit
 When we at the occasion
 And you know we 'bout
 Them chips like a trip to Vegas
 Made it out the hood but still love Ty
 1700 forever, RIP to Jah
 Made a vow to my son that
 I would never stop
 And if I ever got a chance,
 I would never flop
 Yeah, yeah
 Man, I swear that I got
 One up on these niggas
 Bling, blow, put that gun up,
 Fuck these niggas
 Use that second chance
 To make a better plan
 Be a better man or
 It's whatever, man
 Yeah, my dawg go on
 And light that blunt up for my nigga
 Bling, blow, put that gun up,
 Fuck these niggas
 Use that second chance
 To make a better plan
 Be a better man
 Or it's whatever, man
 
 It's whatever, man
 It's whatever, man
 It's whatever, man