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[M] Straight from L.I.P., he be we be actin foul |
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[Y] I'm from the isle |
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[C] I'm from the isle |
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[M] To the ghetto niggas and the kids on lock down |
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[C] I'm from the isle |
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[Y] I'm from the isle |
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[Yogi] |
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Aiyo we make it go whoo! like Pete Rock at the track |
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The C R U uptown attack |
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Scandalous from here to Now Just |
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Back up to the isle where it's ill like dust |
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Now who's rollin thru? |
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And yo who fucks with Cru? |
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And yo who got bamboo? |
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Aight blow the Lydians, gets the blunts and some brew |
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[Chadeeo] |
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Yo I be in the staircase drinkin biz |
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Smoke pass while I freestyle for my peers |
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Thought play ya front, with cars in they peeps |
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Peeps askin me for new Cru treats |
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Junk like a skunk, mad wet, no doubt |
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Go see my joint, get they back blowned out |
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Place L.I.P. the name Lafayette |
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Lock it to ya brain, so ya never forget |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[M] Comin from L.I.P., keep it real |
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[Y] And ya don't stop |
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[C] And ya don't stop |
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[Y] And ya don't stop |
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[Y] If you buffin |
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[M] Shippin |
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[Y] If you rollin |
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[M] Rollin |
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[Y] If you smokin |
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[M] Smokin |
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[Y] If you hit it |
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[M] Pass it |
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[Yogi] |
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Yo inhale the blunts that I got from Havana |
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I'm waitin till the tale like Burnaby in Tavana |
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Toast with this butter, go to cook this |
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To have ya head bobbin like a hunch born uckin |
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[Chadeeo] |
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Yo it's the Island were Urban Knights dwell |
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Few blocks from the number six train 'L' |
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Can be a good stay in the hood way |
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Or the fun can turn to guns and it could spray |
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But that's the way of the concrete jungle |
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Walk humble, ya be ready to gun bumble |
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Cuz it's real like that, all around |
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And the same thing applies when ya come to my town |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Mighty Ha] |
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It ain't gonna rain no more no more, it ain't gonna |
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Rain no more [x2] |
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Knock knock on the door, it's the Mighty Ha |
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The one that bring the hooks with the rugged and the |
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Raw |
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I rest in L.I.P., and to my props |
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Bring more noise to chip ?? |
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Check it, word one two check it |
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Have ya head noddin and for bag in the deck |
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In the Bronx, L.I.P. back to rocks |
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Bounce to the ash, like the Atlantic ?? |
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Chillin with boricua sittin in Ferico |
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Oh shit, now I'm dito |
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Shot to the head, butter lingo |
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See low, head crack, L.I.P. hit bingo |
