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The first time I heard rap I was so gased |
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'Cause back then, you could make an album with no cash |
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But nowadays everybody is so cool |
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You got niggas dropping out of school to learn Pro Tools |
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And this is all facts |
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I had to learn how to fall back |
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And stop wasting my time with small cats |
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They'll have you caught up in beef that you'll get killed for |
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Or caught up in the current, my nigga, that you ain't built for |
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And young jewels, getting loose with the cooch |
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Not understanding everything in this life started with you but |
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I know this life is getting kind scarey |
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When you only here you secondary |
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Man, you most necessary |
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And AOTP family is too strong |
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We hold our head high |
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'Cause it's been down for too long |
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And once you get it, don't get it and boast |
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Just do the knowledge, the greater the trial the greater the growth |
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Man up |
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[Verse 2: Planetary] |
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Don't cry when the struggle aproches |
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Keep your self at arms reach |
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Away from haters and jokers |
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When it's time to be a man |
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Make your plan and face it |
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Things are gonna get better |
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Once you get out of the basement |
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The struggle only gonna sit(?) |
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It lasts if you let it |
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The only way to overcome it |
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Is to shuffle through the negatives |
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It's the positives that allow you to proceed promptly |
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To react on impulses |
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And show your results calmly |
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Take it from a man that'll do for his family |
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More Vinnie do for Celph,( |
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the line is |
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: More then he do for (him)self) |
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Who else could understand me |
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The streets are watching so the option is yours |
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The only way to make an effect |
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Is ride for the cause my nigga |
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[Chorus: Doap Nixon] |
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We gotta hang on, shorties is giving up, |
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The hoods broke, 'cause the government don't give a fuck |
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Don't waste your whole life trying to get chedder |
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Hold your head high and don't cry, shortie it gets better |
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Don't live everyday rain and hand's help |
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This is grown man shit, put in work for your damn self |
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Don't waste your whole life trying to get chedder |
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Hold your head high and don't cry, homie it gets better |
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[Verse 3: Demoz] |
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I'm come from a broken home |
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Bloody tears, no cameras |
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No footage of dad fucking with grandma |
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And now my daughter get larger by the minute |
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Asking question like "where my daddy?" I tell her |
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Baby, in this life we live, theres a life to give |
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To a upperhand, maybe pretty soon you'll understand that |
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I took a sip of your Bacardi my nigga (Oops) |
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I was 12, you were mad, look, I'm sorry my nigga |
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And thanks for the party my nigga, |
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You threw for my birthday at parks |
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Nothing with ever break us apart |
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Now I'm much bigger, life is much clearer |
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Perks have been abused dumbing zanis in my syrup |
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'Till I've been in the grammys with a Shakira look-alike |
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Hopes shes right, I don't wanna be a crip tonight... |
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Nope, hope a major label looks tonight |
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'Cause I don't wanna have to strong arm you and get booked tonight |
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[Verse 4: Vinnie Paz] |
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Call it the hood a gutter, |
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'Cause all they looking for is a good mother |
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But it ain't none of them left, |
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They took the good from 'em |
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It ain't safe no more, the street is Vietnam |
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The older guards on the dean |
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Trying to keep it calm |
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The streets rought out here, it's tought out here |
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And young boys they don't give a fuck out here (Damn) |
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But the government the one who put the crack in hoods |
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We gonna start a revolution, take it back for good |
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And I don't give a mothafuck about the police |
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They the reason every single ghetto having no peace |
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They putting poison in the water |
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I don't know why |
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This is for the little shorties |
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Hold your head and don't cry |
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Chorus |