[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
2002, that was a good year
[?] make the hood clear
You keep fronting, while my rhymes stay sharpper than barber shop [?] keep streets buzzin
I'm always cutting something, [?]
[?] nothing is real
These rappers complain bout how they stuck in they deal
Ain't no excuse if they not giving the people something to feel
People [?] these rappers is faking
[?] what you niggas waiting for? The DJ
[?]
[?] opening [?] bottles [?]
Kweli and 40, [?]
You stand up and clap, or do you sit in your seat?
I'm a revelutionary, hustler, you just a costumer
You looking for fame, [?]
[?] you lame, [?] nobody give a fuck what you say
You scared to come outside, but your girl like to be fucked in the rain
It ain't the chain, it ain't the truck, it's the game
[?] they say Kweli coming through
These other niggas hot for a second, they respect what I do
In the party we can get it twisted too, don't make me hve to get it
You better shake your ass, and watch yourself, like your name was Mystical
[Chorus: Talib Kweli & E-40]
Kweli and 40 did a song together
In real life
All my goons, we strong together
That's real talk
You see the game and the way that I walk
From the Bay all the way to New York
40 and Kweli did a song together
In real life
All my hustlers stay strong together
That's real talk
You hear the slang and the spit that I talk
From the Yay all the way to New York
2002, that was a good year
[?] make the hood clear
You keep fronting, while my rhymes stay sharpper than barber shop [?] keep streets buzzin
I'm always cutting something, [?]
[?] nothing is real
These rappers complain bout how they stuck in they deal
Ain't no excuse if they not giving the people something to feel
People [?] these rappers is faking
[?] what you niggas waiting for? The DJ
[?]
[?] opening [?] bottles [?]
Kweli and 40, [?]
You stand up and clap, or do you sit in your seat?
I'm a revelutionary, hustler, you just a costumer
You looking for fame, [?]
[?] you lame, [?] nobody give a fuck what you say
You scared to come outside, but your girl like to be fucked in the rain
It ain't the chain, it ain't the truck, it's the game
[?] they say Kweli coming through
These other niggas hot for a second, they respect what I do
In the party we can get it twisted too, don't make me hve to get it
You better shake your ass, and watch yourself, like your name was Mystical
[Chorus: Talib Kweli & E-40]
Kweli and 40 did a song together
In real life
All my goons, we strong together
That's real talk
You see the game and the way that I walk
From the Bay all the way to New York
40 and Kweli did a song together
In real life
All my hustlers stay strong together
That's real talk
You hear the slang and the spit that I talk
From the Yay all the way to New York
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