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 Dedicate, Dedicate
 This one right here, goes 
 To my homie with the drink,  mean
 
 [Verse 1]
 He said, I write what  see
 Write to make it right, don't like  I be
 I'd like  make it like the sights on TV
  the great life, so nice and easy
  now you can still die from that
 But  better than not being alive from straps
 Agree, a Mead notebook and a 
 that click when it's pushed and a  ass beat
 That's a track  weak, that he got last week
 'cause everybody in the store's like that's that 
 A bass heavy medley, with a sample  the 70s
 With a screwed up hook that  "stack that cheese"
 Somethin' somethin' somethin' "stack that 
 Mother,  cousin, "stack that cheese"
  couldn't think of nothin' "stack that cheese"
 He turns down the beat,  block impedes
 Cryin' from the next room, a baby  need
 Of some Pampers  some food and place to sleep
 That,  a black Cadillac on Ds
 Is what keep 'em on track  be a great emcee
 Yea [echoes]
 
 [Chorus]
 One you never heard of 
 Push it hard to further 
  I feel like murder but
  you saved me
 
 One you never heard  I
  it hard to further the
 Grind I feel like  but (it's what it is)
 Hip-Hop you saved  life
 
 [Verse 2]
 Reps north side so he rocks them 
 Eleven-hundred friends  his Myspace page
 Stack That Cheese got seven  plays
 Producer made him  it down, said he had to pay
 Open mic  2 weeks in a row
 Ex-D  with a b-boy flow, Glow like Leroy, you should see boy go
 Got a daddy servin' life and a brother  the Row
 Best homie in the grave, tatted up  in the cage
  maid, got his momma workin' like a slave
  baby momma, who he really had to honor
 'Cause she was his biggest fan, even let  use her Honda to
 Drive up to Dallas went to open up for 
 Let him keep a debit card, so he could  gas in it
  her when he get on he gon' take her to the galleria
 Buy everything,  the mannequins, ya digg [echoes]
 
 [Chorus]
 One  never heard of I
 Push  hard to further the
 Grind I feel like  but
 Hip-Hop you  me
 
 One  never heard of I
  it hard to further the
 Grind I feel  murder but (but, but)
 Hip-Hop you saved  life
 
 [Verse 3]
 His man called  ya time might be now
 They played your freestyle over Wipe Me 
 They played it 2 times say it might be 
 As the  thing out the H-town in a while
 He picked  his son with a great big smile
 Rapped every single word to the  born child
 Then he put him down and  back to the kitchen
 And put on another beat, and got  to the mission of
 Get his momma out the hood, put her somewhere in  woods
 Keep his lady  good, have her rollin' like she should
 Show his homies there's a way, other than that  yay
 Bail his homie outta  put a lawyer on his case
 Throw a concert  the school, show the shoulders that it's cool
 Throw some candy on the Caddy,  the deuce and act a fool
 Man it feels good  it happens like that
 Two days from going back to sellin' 
 Yessir [echoes]
 
 [Chorus 2x]
  you never heard of I
 Push it hard to further 
  I feel like murder but
  you saved me
 
 One  never heard of I
  it hard to further the
 Grind I feel like murder 
 Hip-Hop you saved my 
 
 Hip-Hop you saved my life