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He who fights, runs away, lives to fight, ohhhhh |
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Another day, some would say, one monkey don't stop a show |
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He who fights, runs away, lives to fight, ohhhhh |
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Or he'll fight, one more day, one monkey don't stop a show |
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[Pras Michel] |
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Aiyyo the ghetto's red hot, hotter than the summer day |
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Goin on a quest to the thick Milky Way |
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Walk many miles like my man Isaac Hayes |
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Wheel up, wheel up, don't start the gunplay |
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Easy with the feezy let the boy down easy |
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Keep the hands clean so I won't get the greasy |
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Believe me moms said there'd be days like this |
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Where they'll, spit in your face and, take a piss |
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Betray the son of man with a, double kiss |
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But you a shootin star and you'll, never miss |
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Cause life ones big road with lots of signs |
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So when you ridin through them rocks don't complicate your mind |
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And I have learned, every rose has a thorn |
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And every cowboy sings a sad sad song |
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And the playback's long and you may lay back long |
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But if you don't watch your back 'til November you'll be gone |
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[Chorus] |
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[Pras Michel] |
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Aiyyo ambush in the night, guns pointed at me |
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Square me off, dey open fire on me |
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But Lord knows one monkey won't stop the show |
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Six feet under, baby kissed me from head to toe |
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Can't keep a good man down, y'all know how the story goes |
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I suppose there's no difference between friend or foe |
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My nigga Frank Sneed said what's known need not be said |
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I'm a man on the run and they all want me dead |
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Monkeys on my back with a bounty on my head |
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But I got nuttin but love homey, let's break some bread |
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You see I been accused, of many a-things |
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Like the real hip-hop and the fame it brings |
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Respected, I'm connected |
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From the bottom to the top of the food chain |
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I'm real bank money, mentally you're loose change |
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I do thangs; while y'all get tied up like shoestrings |
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[Chorus] |
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[Pras Michel] |
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Sometimes I feel like my vision's, been distorted |
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And my cry for help, has been prerecorded |
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Lord don't abandon me to the will of my foes |
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When the time comes, only you know my highs and lows |
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So help me surf over all my daily troubles |
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Cause yesterday seems so far away in bubbles |
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I pray to you Lord, and ask for forgiveness |
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Even when my heart is hard and the soul is restless |
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See I love few, and I can't trust none |
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So this time around I'ma load up the guns |
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Hope my enemies don't become, prisoners of war |
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Cause my gangster is mean and I'm back for an encore |
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I'ma take what's mine and give nothin back |
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When I move with my niggaz I'm the leader of the pack |
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Feet, please don't, fail me now |
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I'm on a journey, and I gotta cover these grounds |
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[Chorus] |
