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(feat. Hell Razah) |
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[U-God] |
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Once again... |
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Through the storms... I gotta stay strong |
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Take deep breaths, hold on long, bring the harm |
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With no regrets, on my chest, let me knowledge be born |
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On levels, wild, devil copters mark my every step |
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When the riots form, my woman keeps me warm |
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>From Fort Green I sing the song mean |
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Bring the calm overseas, glide high in the skies |
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Sky dive... far... far as the eye could see |
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In the midst of acapell', I ball my fist up |
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Unravel, travellin to the cells of Gotti |
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I shot up a shell, will he drop? Will he flop? |
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Will he go pop a cell? Is his mind frail? |
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The worst is groove frantic, he expand the planet |
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Plan harder, your Godfather's plans failed |
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I air mail the senseless scar, two snub noses |
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Niggas love those expensive cars |
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Is it him and those twenty inch rims, splittin the tar? |
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An amazon woman from the stripbar |
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God, it varies, Halley Berry, stars eatin hard cherries |
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This world is bizarre, not bein far from Mars |
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Galaxy hoppin, non-stoppin the sun rays |
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Stay and paid for real, 'til I'm old and grey |
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Pretty legs, of course, soft as clay |
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Degrees, hot breeze in your hair all day, all day |
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Engaged a lot, rockin hot and cold chains |
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Is my brain vain? Flames, still dock the missles |
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Let off one, stay in your lane |
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Everybody got issues, I'm drunk off the rum |
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Numb, one case got thrown out in dismissal |
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Everybody got pistols, but will the referee blow the whistle |
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Before I lock on your ass, bone gristle? |
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These streets is crystal, crystal, crystal |
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[Hell Razah] |
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Pleasure and pain, some took lead to the brain |
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Got rich and couldn't live for the end of the game |
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Government chain, breakin off the slavery chain |
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From a weddin to a funeral, it's pleasure and pain |
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Guns, gangs cock back, ready to aim |
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Call in Fergusons, ridin on the back of the train |
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Televisions and this cocaine, got us insane |
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We got to war, if we all got a burner, then flame |
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Baby showers, same day as nuclear showers |
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Prophecy's harsh, world will be destroyed in an hour |
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Shots fired in the night, from the heart of the coward |
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Stop the crow from the young flowers, goin to Howard |
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Brooklyn Babe Ruth, raised in fatigues and boots |
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Blue-printin who we hittin, and we need to shoot |
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No description, all though it was dark, an Egyptain |
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And didn't have no love, but a grudge against Clinton |
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[U-God] |
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Representin... how much gold can one man claim? |
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Over horizon, recognize him, it's candy rain |
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Flusty, lookin out of dusty old window pane |
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With nothin to lose, but everythin to gain |
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So far to go, much more is unclaimed |
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No delay, when we spray, we Play IV Keeps in the Jeeps |
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Stumpin somethin gritty, it's gun nitty in the city |
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That never sleeps, street sweepin |
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Is senseless, intense, fenced in, fleein |
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A long road ahead, I'm still believin in my freedom |
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On the darkest day, I'd say your darkest hour |
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I came to realize, the sin is most inner-most power |
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So enchanted, cry inside, fryin and dancin |
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At God speed, damn it, fear is planted |
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Severe nature of man, there's still no cure |
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Seduce me, reduce me to ashes, caught in the law |
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Atoms scatter, brain lashes, to the core question |
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Still no answers, moves of the phantom, handsome |
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Midnight silence surround us, eye in the sky |
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Everythin is a lesson, riddle another God for all of your blessins |
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I'm reppin, grateful 'til I'm dead, hateful heads, we under Allah's |
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Protection |
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Essence of life, one second, after the blastin |
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I wonder, is Heaven truly everlastin? |
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I'm askin, I said it to four lost relatives missin, in action |
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Communication breakdown, it's all the same |
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Havin a nervous breakdown, draw you insane |
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It's just pleasure and pain, pleasure and pain |
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Another man's loss, another man's gain |
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Stay in the game, pleasure and pain |
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We treasure the fame, pleasure and pain |
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Pleasure and pain, pleasure and pain, pain, pain, pain |
