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The beat was sposed to drop right there |
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The beat was sposed to drop right there |
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The beat was sposed to drop right there |
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Yeah yeah yeah... uhh |
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I send this one out, to my right hand man |
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or mens, or womens, the whole crew |
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The real fam |
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Chorus: KRS-One |
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We can count the dough or kick a flow |
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or chill out watchin videos |
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or actin really silly yo but really doe |
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all that can end... |
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Whether at the bar with superstars |
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or cruisin in the trooper car |
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I really don't care who you are |
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All I really need is a friend |
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Verse One: KRS-One |
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If we can't have trust then you can't hang with us |
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We respond to those who show respect with respect |
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We respond we connect on the same deck |
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same intellect, my man, never shifty, thinks quickly |
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If you can't understand, we boys we boys |
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We could stand on the corner with a hat sellin toys |
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It ain't about your Benz I hope it ain't about mine |
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my man, I be dissin in my freestyle rhyme |
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Gettin G's around the world, I can trust you with my girl |
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my man, we chillin at the jam, what's the plan? |
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I'm not a yes man and none of my friends are yes men |
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or women, I'm drivin, I see my peeps yo get in |
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Where you fit in? True friends are quick to sit |
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in the beginning of all trouble, and when your bankroll doubles |
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Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble |
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Still I got my own space like Hubble |
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Chorus |
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Verse Two: KRS-One |
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Cause don't nobody care about us, all they do is doubt us |
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Until we blow the spot then they all wanna crowd us |
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and wanna shout us, but you my man from way back |
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I just gots to say that, actin large I don't play that |
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But I can't say that, where I play at isn't fast-paced |
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A friend can acquire the taste to become two-faced |
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And that's a disgrace there ain't nothing you can say to us |
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When the kid you grew up with betrays your trust |
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When we used to ride the bus we had trust |
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Now we cash checks and drive Lex, and can't show respect to one of us |
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Yo the heads I hang with ain't tryin to just get |
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what they can get, sit quickly backstabbin the click |
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I roll thick, but only some are friends really |
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down to the end, my right hand men and women |
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Mutual support, from the beginning |
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Been in, exactly what I've been in |
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Chorus |
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Verse Three: KRS-One |
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Back to back we attack corporate America |
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Gettin fees that amount to G's in every area |
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You my man I ain't gotta drag you along |
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You pull your own weight, yeah you definitely got it goin on |
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I don't see nothin wrong wit a little bumpin car system |
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thumpin, between the crew we always got sump'un |
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But if we had nuttin no frontin whatever |
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We'd still be crew you and me, me for you together |
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Word, fake people ain't worth a turd |
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They only want to be your friend because of what they overheard |
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I send this record to the well respected |
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Friends that I've collected, I hope I am what you expected |
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Yeah, so check it, so check it |
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