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My homeboys in Clinton and Rikers Island |
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All the penitentiaries |
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Mumia, Mutulu, Geronimo, Sekon |
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All the political prisoners |
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San Quentin, who can save you, all the jail houses |
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I'm with you |
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Yeah, one thug, one thug |
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You're listenin' to the sounds of one, thug |
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(How do we keep the music playing?) |
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One thug, one thug |
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You're listenin' to the sounds of |
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(How do we get ahead?) |
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I wake up early in the mornin', mindstate so military |
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Suckers fantasizin' pictures of a young brother buried |
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Was it me, the **** or this life I lead |
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If daytime is for suckers then tonight we bleed |
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Out for all that, knowin' that this world bring drawbacks |
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Look how this ****t, bump, once I deliver these raw raps |
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Meet me at the cemetery dressed in black |
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Tonight we, honor the dead, those who won't be back |
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So if I die, do the same for me, shed no tears |
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An Outlaw, thug livin' in this game for years |
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Why worry, hope to God, get me high when I'm buried |
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Knowin' deep inside only a few love me |
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Come rush me to the gates of Heaven, let me picture for a while |
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How I lived for my days as a child, I wonder now |
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How do we outlast, always get cash |
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Stay strong if we all mash, hold ya head |
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How do we keep the music playing |
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(Yes, you got to hold ya head) |
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How do we get ahead |
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(Hold your head) |
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Too many young black brothers are dying |
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(Yes, you got to hold ya head) |
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Livin' fast, too fast |
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Yo, these felonies be like prophecies beggin' me to stop |
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'Cause these lawyers gettin' money every time they knock us |
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Snatchin' pockets lyrically, suckers flea when they notice |
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Switched my name to Makaveli, half the rap game closed |
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Exposed foes with my hocus pocus flows they froze |
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Now suckers idolize my, chosen blows |
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And mo' money mean litigatin, mo' playa hatin' |
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Got a cell at the pen for me waitin', is this my fate? |
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Miss me with that misdemeanor thinkin', me fall back? |
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Never that, too much Tequila drinkin', we all that |
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Make them understand me, if not I slang my posse |
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Everyone with me is family 'cause everybody's got me |
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Watch me paint a perfect vision, this life we livin' |
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Got us all meetin' up in prison |
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Last week I got a letter from my road dog, written in blood |
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Saying, "Please show a playa love", hold ya head, hold it |
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How do we keep the music playing |
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(Yes, you got to hold ya head) |
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How do we get ahead |
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(Hold your head) |
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Too many young black brothers are dying |
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(Yes, you got to hold ya head) |
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Livin' fast, too fast |
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The **** got me tweakin' in my mind, I'm thinkin' |
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God bless the child that can hold his own |
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Indeed, enemies bleed when I hold my chrome |
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Let these words be the last to my unborn seeds |
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Hope to raise my young nation in this world of greed |
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Currency means nothin' if you still ain't free |
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Money breeds jealousy, take the game from me |
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I hope for better days, trouble comes naturally |
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Running from authorities 'til they capture me |
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And my, aim is to spread mo' smiles than tears |
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Utilalize lessons learned from my childhood years |
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Maybe Mama had it all right, rest yo' head |
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Tradin' conversation all night, bless the dead |
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To my homies that I used to have that no longer roll |
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Catch a brother at the crossroads |
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Plus nobody knows my soul, watchin' time pass |
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Through the glass of my drop top Rolls, hold ya head |
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How do we keep the music playing |
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(Yes, you got to hold ya head) |
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How do we get ahead |
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(No matter how hard it get, feel me, come on) |
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(Hold your head) |
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Too many young black brothers are dying |
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(Get the ****, drink a drink, read a book) |
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(Yes, you got to hold ya head) |
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Livin' fast, too fast |
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(Watch the stars, get some *****, whatever) |
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How do we keep the music playing |
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(Yes, you got to hold ya head) |
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How do we get ahead |
