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I feel like I'm on a mountain And I’m trying to keep my balance (Yeah, live from Brooklyn) There is no need to doubt (I represent West Texas) What I was always meant to be (Yeah, live from Brooklyn) I feel like my thoughts are crowded But I'll raise above the challenge (Mic check, one, two) 'Cause there is no need to doubt (Live) What I was always meant to be It’s been a long time comin' but it's better than never though It's Bun B, they pulled out the veteran, I forever go Hard in the paint and still represent for the underground And still goin' harder than these other clowns, don't fuck around This ain't chess or checkers mayne, this is real life And these dirty niggas is still shite, I still might Have to go back to my old ways And even though I know this ain't the old days when I used to hold ’K’s I still handle shit like a gangsta, a gentleman We ain't gotta bring in no middlemen I’m speaking for the trill and I'ma stand on it, put your hand on it I'ma leave you laying where you stand, understand homie Letras de cancionesIt's that triple OG that like to smoke and keep it low-key What you doin’ now I did in '03, don't hold me I paid the cost to be the boss, now I'm the CEO You came up short, movin' to slow, niggas C-3P0 Or R2-D2, that's right, I see you You see-through, and you won't live to see the sequel Don't fuck with me fool, I'm gassed up, don't need fuel Let's sell your Eclipse, no it ain't gotta be EQ'd, you free food And this a frenzy, so you know I'ma hop off in a Benz E And manage the fuck out to where the ends be You think you better bitch, convince me 'Cause I'm simply the best to ever do this shit Put that on Pimp-C From Letras Mania