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They can't buy that, they can't take it away from me And that's what they would like to do I'm not number two or three, I'm number one I'm not Bs, I'm 'A' number one King of the hill, top of the hit Listen to me, Martin Luther King says "Although I stand amongst many, I stand by myself' You go to jail, you have to take out terrors When you go to jail, you don't know nobody in there So you can't click out with one person, you can't click out If you do, you'd better be careful, but sometimes you know what they do? They'll sign your ass with another tear, where your fucking friends at No matter, you could be right against the wall, right in this to watch your ass get fucked up So, mind your business, you ain't no asshole Even if you're pump, throw your hands up, throw your hands up Then I say, when you grab me out for help, then I say, 'What did you do?' Yo, man, they just whooped his ass, he didn't throw his hands up So how can you defend them? I can't defend you What about when I need your ass and you go, 'Nah' So you become a mate tag man
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