Pull up to ya spot on low
Shine brighter than all o them cats they got on glow
Layin the cut like they not gon know
Cuz if I gotta make a move dawg they not gonna know
This door marked private this is not fo sho
Its Mos Def what you call real fo sho
Is they what you call gangsta, hell no
They get a lil pitch and go snitch to the po
They all talk fast and they all think slow
Im Mos Definite, not think so
Flood ya city with the black ink flow
And my crew aint scared to let them things go
So, stop with the nonsense, like he conscious
Im just alright dawg, Im doin great dawg
I dont play games so I dont playa hate yall
Get it straight or get the fuck up out my face dawg
Im like the second plane that made the towers face off
That shit that let you know its really not a game dawg
Your grind and my grindin is same dawg
Im the catalogue, you the same song
So cool and ol school like 84
The one ya lil mami windin up on ways for
The name that real niggaz got they hands raised for
Me and Mini got ya block yellow taped off
Dont push me (get off)
Cuz Im close - To the streets,
to the beach, the bitches, the niggaz,
the women, the children, the workers,
the killers, the addicts, the dealers
the quiet, the livest, the realest
- And thats close
Dont push me, cuz Im close
To the edge, back, middle, and front
Strong back shit liftin it up
From the big and the small
Im like J. Brown +Gettin Involved+
But when Im lettin off around dont get in the cross
Have ya preacher man speakin low gettin his cross
Tell em wild cowboy not to get off they horse
Before they find out the tailon is strictly enforced
Its a real bad way to get ya name in the Source
Testin the limits of a dangerous force
Ya ended up dumb famous and gone
Your people shoutin out ya name in they song
Pourin liquor on the day you was born
Find paint to put ya face on the wall
Cmon fall back, theres no need for all that
Its all good, we all here, goin all out (all out)
All day, listen when this song say
Dont push me cuz Im close - To the streets,
to the beach, the bitches, the niggaz,
the women, the children, the workers,
the killers, the addicts, the dealers
the quiet, the livest, the realest
- And thats close
Dont push me, cuz Im close
To the edge, back, middle, and front
Strong back shit liftin it up
From the big and the small
Im like J. Brown +Gettin Involved+
Now get yours
Boom diggy bang-di-bang-di, boom bang diggy
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