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Levantore! |
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Yeah, it's just ghetto, kid test the devil to hit the next level |
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Wish they was a rebel with cerebral metal |
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Inflex the bezzle with the peddle to the metal |
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In a thug's paradise where love have a price |
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So we love for life like thugs love the night |
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They sell drugs for ice for the |
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Benz with bug lights |
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Some hug mics to the world, hung like parasites |
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The likes lethal, the mics lead you |
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A sneak preview, watch what we do and what the hood teach you |
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I still see through the eye of a needle |
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So I can watch people cause slug backwards is evil |
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Levantore! |
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Yo, what's this? |
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Yo bust this. |
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Yo it's time to up lift |
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They think all we do is bust clips and puff splifs |
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And plush whips and clutch chips and touch chicks |
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Flont rocks like |
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Fort Knox and hog blocks |
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Taunt cops with more props and we want not |
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Panhandling with your mans and them |
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Scrambling, gambling, plans to win |
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While the cops clock em, thieves flock em |
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Women watch em, traders wanna top em |
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Ay yo what's the problem |
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Before the narcs knock em opposite playas plot to rob em |
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The ghetto got em, my man said it's rough at the bottom |
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Levantore! |
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Ghetto alert, let's do whatever work to get rid of the curse |
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We went from 1st to |
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America's worst |
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On this competitive turf, now let's inherit the earth |
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There's more prize for one another, and call shots 12:00 til the next ball drop |
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All year around plus they shuffle non stop |
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You think it's rough at the bottom, it's even rougher on top |
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My peeps gonna have to reach and turn for me |
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And everybody's side of the street'll be celly |
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Ain't nothing funny, burn plenty and burn money |
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And earn money and watch the century turn 20 |
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Levantore! |
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We all should, from the woods to the big city and the small hood |
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Everybody should be welcome to the ball if we all could, |
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But we fall cause we brawl, yo it ain't all good |
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We need to play right, stay tight with ya air alight |
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Keep your game tight, no need to play trife |
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Get cheese from the daylight to the late night |
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And it's shouldn't take death to appreciate life |
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Before a lot parish, we got to cherish if |
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Allah let us |
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Let's give prop and merits till the block flourish |
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In this metropolis, stay on top of this |
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You know what the prophet is, be prosperous |
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Levantore! |
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Now we networking |
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Respect the next person, it'll be less hurting |
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Or left lurkin, while we kept our dreads working |
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Connect set for certain, total networking |
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Last chance to advance and stash grands |
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If you have plans to have fam and mad land |
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Own shine, condone crime or hold 9s |
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I know what the problem is, killing our own kind |
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To my flame throwers, train sober, remain soldiers |
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Stay sane so these pretty dames can hold us |
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Terror terrain rollers and |
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Range Rovers so the train goers |
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Claim your fame, maintain, till your game's over |
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Levantore! |
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Ghetto alert, let's do whatever work to get rid of the curse |
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We went from 1st to |
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America's worst |
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On this competitive turf, now let's inherit the earth |
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There's more prize for one another, and call shots 12:00 til the next ball drop |
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All year around plus they shuffle non stop |
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You think it's rough at the bottom, it's even rougher on top |
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My peeps gonna have to reach and turn for me |
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And everybody's side of the street'll be celly |
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Ain't nothing funny, burn plenty and burn money |
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And earn money and watch the century turn 20 |
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Levantore! |
