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[Produced by 9th Wonder] [Intro] Chyeah Eazy, Guru 9th Wonder [Verse 1] Ay, yo, we can't stop won't stop never intend to They feel the style in Taiwan, we call it "newjitsu" Back to New York all the shit that I been through Some niggas say they dawgs but to me they just Shitzus, I pencils All the shit into issues All the principles, how to keep it official Cause you ain't want no nigga have to grip that nistol Mouth off the pistol, turn dudes to fish food, these dudes Want me looking all miserable Don't want me getting paper, go to Jacob to spend a few But I be in them interviews, talking how I sit in coupes And how to Tech, I spin a nigga like an interlude Fuck around, give you flats like an inner tube Poke you up, just some of the shit I'm into So fall back, maybe you can get a clear view Of my life and how I steer through my rear view [Hook x2] They got me back on the block again, back with the Roc again Watching for cops again, all about the profit and They got me back in this game again, but I swear We all gon' be all right [Verse 2] Ay, ay yo they said it can't be done, no one can do it I'm straight off promo, right back to it Back to the booth where I gotta spit fluid It's money in them streets, I gotta go pursue it I'm the truest, you knew it, you know that 9th produced this As soon as Guru looped it, you know it get stupid I'm sort of a live band, cause my sound is acoustic They ain't biting the style, they wearing girders to boost it But, they say I'm slipping, that ain't no new shit Them numbers never lie, so you can't refute it And don't confuse M with none of them bullshits To the streets I'm tied, like my momma's toots is I couldn't fathom the sight of me losing Any Malcolm X Boulevard, I'm 'bout movement I'm getting money, I don't need your two cents The structure been built way before The Blueprint [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Yo, it's M to the E-M, headed to the top with this Say it's niggas on the rock that don't rock with this Damn, that's the thanks I get, when you know I'm the one That started all this gangsta shit Wilding out for no reason, smoking that reefer with your heater Just me and Jeter, tag teaming, heating the beat up Rocking the Caeser, pushing a two seater with divas Niggas didn't believe us, now they hate when they see us And the grip got multiple features Everybody got a car, dog, none of 'em leased This a gift from a god, I don't go to the preacher I floss for years, you watch me, I'll teach you I just dropped M.A.D.E., I admit it was a sleeper Everybody went out, copped it, now beating the streets up Put it in my hood, in two weeks, it heats up Bleek done stepped up, but Jay would never leave us [Hook x2]