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Yea, yea back up in here smoked out |
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Strickly trees, strickly trees |
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Ain't tryin' to mix nothin' wit my leaves |
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Swift wanna ball breakin' day wit us |
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For my dogs in a cut |
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Doing what you gotta do to feed ya seeds |
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Maintain stayin' strong. |
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[steele] ((tek)) |
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[day breaks sneeks upon my camp once more] |
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[get up get dressed and prepare for war] |
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((yo the wars wit everything outside your door)) |
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[it's a rude awakening but it's more in store] |
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[tek] |
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When i walk through brooklyn people show me love |
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Went over to ga people showed me love |
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Went to north carolina they showed us love |
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Even went to california and got love from thugz |
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And it's all good big up to all the neiborhood |
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That came to see tek and steele when ever they could |
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But remember the struggle continues after the (?) |
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Watch who ya fuck wit, watch what you bewitched |
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Theres a war goin' on outside and in my mental |
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Gettin' drunk and how wonderin' what this gettin' ment to |
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Last week my man put a pistol to his temple |
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I said nah son not that, thats to simple |
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One little niggie on the block sellin' crystal |
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Next little niggie got shot up on bristol |
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'nother little niggie lock, cause they blew the whistle |
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Last little niggie did the same bitch shit his little sister |
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This little niggie be hard to find |
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Mind don't makin' it in this day and time |
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Do what we have to criminal illegal |
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Stayin' alive strivin' wit my people. |
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[steele and tek] |
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In days of our lives they try to make us hate |
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To search for tommorrow got us walkin' the streets |
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Yo i'm not sweatin' sleet, not really stressin' beef |
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I'm just tryin' to live, tryin' to eat |
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Tryin' to stay strong, tryin' not to fall |
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Tryin' to live to see my unborn get tall |
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Cause the streets of new york ain't just a walk in the park |
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You can get your life got in day the or the dark. |
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[steele] |
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I give thanks when i rise up, open my eyes up |
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Calastetic get me right so i'll be nicer |
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Cause when you feel fit ya feel nice |
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Beware of the tricks and the full paradise |
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Like the wicked mind in york with them gun pound caught |
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Who wish to ambush me when i leave the weed spot |
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When i get, what i got, roll the lah that i caught |
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Rock the shines that i rock, make my life clock stop |
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Wit def me fear not, cause them mores high guys i |
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Bless me wit protection as the years pass by |
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Conquerer, mighty rasta, |
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Let no man steel from the pocket peel for ya |
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It's a meditate and demonstrate, verbal earthquakes |
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Breakin' down like a junky with a case of shakes |
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To my dogs flippin' weight and behind gates |
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Livin' street life, put the stash on jakes |
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For ya need, do whateva the deed |
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Watch shiesty ass bitches and the next man grieves |
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Mr. ripper from the star to the hills its all real |
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Gotta maintain cause the sun don't chill. |
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[tek and steele] |
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In days of our lives we strive to make ends meat |
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To search for tommorrow got us walkin' the streets |
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Yo i'm not sweatin' sleet, not really stressin' beef |
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I'm just tryin' to live, tryin' to eat |
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Tryin' to stay strong, tryin' not to fall |
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Tryin' to live to see my unborn get tall |
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Cause the streets of new york ain't just a walk in the park |
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You can get your life got in day the or the dark |
