[Intro: JAY-Z]
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Yah
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Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant
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The livest one representin BK to the fullest
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Bastards duckin when Hov be buckin
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Chicken-heads be cluckin
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[Verse 1: JAY-Z]
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Uh, back when ratchet was a ratchet and a vixen was a vixen
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And Jam Master Jay was alive, I-I, I was mixin
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Cookin coke in the kitchen
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Back when Rodman was a Piston
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Mike was losin to Isiah, but he soon would get his sixth one
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Gave birth to my verbal imagination
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Assume a virtue if you have not
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Or better yet heres a verse from Hamlet
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“Lord, we know who we are
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Yet we know not what we may be”
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So maybe Im the one or maybe Im crazy
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Im from Marcy Houses, where the boys die by the thousand
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Back when Pam was on Martin
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Yeah, thats where it all started
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When Denzel was blottin carpet, Ill pack a nine millimeter
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When Slick Rick made “Mona Lisa”
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When Lisa Bonet was Beyoncé of her day, I had divas, yall
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Think I just popped up in this bitch like a fetus? Nah
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Pregnant pause, give you some second thoughts
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Theres room on the bandwagon, dont abort
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Marcy me
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[Verse 2: JAY-Z]
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Marcy me
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Streets is my artery, the vein of my existence
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Im the Gotham City heartbeat
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I started in lobbies, now parley with Saudis
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Im a Sufi to goofies, I could prolly speak Farsi
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Thats poetry, reek of coca leaf in my past
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Came through the bushes smellin like roses
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I need a trophy just for that
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Old Brooklyn, not this new shit, shit feel like a spoof
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Fat laces in your shoe, Im talkin bustin off the roof, uh
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Hold a Uzi vertical, let the thing smoke
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Yall flirtin with death, I be winkin through the scope
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Shout out to all the murderers turned murals
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Plural, fuck the Federal Bureau
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Shout out to Nostrand Ave., Flushing Ave., Myrtle
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All the County of Kings, may your ground stay fertile
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Shout out to Big Poppa, Daddy Kane, heroes
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Thus concludin my concerto
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Marcy me
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[Outro: The-Dream]
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Must be in the air
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Oh, cant walk away, I know, I know
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Just the way Im raised
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I know, I know, I know
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Oh Marcy, Marcy me
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Just the way I am always gonna be
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I aint gonna change, no
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Marcy, Marcy me, just the way I am
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I aint gonna change, no
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I aint gonna change, no (Como hás nome, cavaleiro?)
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Couldnt change me if I wanted to (Eu hei nome Todo o Mundo)
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You couldnt change me if you wanted to (E meu tempo)
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Ima take this with me to the moon
