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RIP Mac Dre
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Kanye West
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I'm in the building and I'm feeling myself Chillin and Billin but I'm killing myself They say I should stop And that I should just drop- Dead, cold, and nowhere to go That would make sense if I wasn't already alone Respect the great Mac Dre I only f**k with the bay E-40, Too $hort, but don't forget 2pac I'ma hit it like a rock Tik tok, Times up You suck, what the f**k Sit down, you a clown Only one way to go and that's down You in the danger zone, in the chamber alone You lack the tone, hang up the phone You over before you know even started, not even charted I'm at the top; it's Tonly at the top You're at the bottom if only you're not You could do great things but that's just a daydream This is the part where the rap breaks down Number one royale now we're headed south bound There was one long day, I was chillin' at the top The rug was pulled from under me, I couldn't see Fromunda cheese, all over my face Name the place, time of day Didn't make sense to me, all I could see The top from the bottom, A Glock to a rifle An F to an A, a brown to a white A school team to the NBA I'm in the building and I'm feeling myself Chillin and Billin but I'm killing myself We going vertical now, let's go horizontal Down to Toronto bound, to be honest, reminisce on the fondest Biggie, Rakim, Big Daddy Kane, KRS-ONE yall Diddy came, snoop of course, Eminem, 50 Cent K. Dot, J. Cole, Kanye you all know Xzibit and the late Nate Dogg Eazy-E, Ice Cube, Lil Wayne, Tory Lanez Can't forget the boss Rick Ross, Konvict Akon Drake, AZ and Jay-Z Ludacris came through like hurricanes do Gang Starr, Black Star, Big Sean, Nas, X M.O.P now, they all going so far I'll be here all day if I'm naming every great Just one more to add to the list That's me, I'm free, let's celebrate I'm in the building and I'm feeling myself Chillin and Billin but I'm killing myself Crime rates rising, I can't stop the stealing Can't scare away the punk-ass villains You know the type, the quintessential break-in and riot Just stay quiet and don't make a sound One peep and the table's turning upside down You run away, you get a head start Out the door, O'er the fence, and out to the street It's late-night, road lit up by a single street light As you pant and jog, mind's a fog Where'd the man go with the real dark skin He's gonna get what's coming in the max state pen Now you thank the lord that he's locked up and you're alright You're ringing a bell and he's in his cell locked up tight That's the story of a real black man One's who's began in circ*mstance
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