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Hold me down, i'm movin on the enemy now |
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For a cause, and he cause ya exort at war |
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I swore to be dedicated, always elevatin, meditatin |
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Bout the soldiers who couldn't make it |
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Take shit forever, that's my position, part of my condition |
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Is to long live the tradition of the stick n move |
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Get ya tools ready for construction |
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We prepare to build or destroy somethin |
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Brooklyn born, i be steele on the real |
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And i feel like gettin it on, yo son what's the deal? |
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For some reason, niggas be fiendin |
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And when niggas be fiendin, they be quick to commit treason |
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But i keep breathin through, though the season do |
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Be seemin to get alot more hot than usual |
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So, who can i confide in, who can i trust to bust when i'm ridin |
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I don't need no last minute surprises |
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From those who pose as friends but they be lyin |
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I keep my eye on the snitch that's spyin |
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Plottin to brake down my whole enterprises |
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Some niggas soft but some niggas define shit |
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True soldier ready for war, so don't try shit |
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Why you get critical, cuz the spots held down by the general |
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[chorus 2x] |
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There's only a few that could ride wit me |
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There's only a few that could ride for free |
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I hold my weight plus yours, when you can't hold ya own |
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Cuz i know you do the same for me, so hold me down |
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[tek] |
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Every clique got a soft nigga in it, believe me |
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That potray a kid he saw on the streets or in the movies |
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Tryin to do the same he seen on the screen |
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Got his big guns, timbs, hoody and his jeans |
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Talk the fast talk but there's a pause in this walk |
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Rock his jewels, truck and he still eat pork |
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He get his little hustle on, he run with his major team |
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Crazy ass dread from jamaica, queens |
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Ain't never seen war up in his face before |
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Get his news from the barber shop/beeper store |
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But if you let him tell it, he's the last man standing |
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Talkin bout son, i held it down wit the cannon |
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Should of seen the way that i was blazin at the cats |
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Twist of the wrist, while i was pattin one back |
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Like that kid did to menace, when he had the four pound |
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You know it's only right, i had to hold the fort down |
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[storm] |
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Blazin wit ya friends, when we ridin |
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There's no suprisin, it's all good |
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Takin chances, in the cut every day |
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Tryin to big up, tryin to big up wit my master plan |
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[chorus 2x] |
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[steele] |
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As a youth i would sit up in my room and dream |
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One day i became wit a ruthless teen |
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Little did i know that every step i took |
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Had already been signed and sealed in some books |
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So i took a look at what i got to work wit of course |
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And if granted by the source move on wit full force |
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What choice to choose, if i sin will i use |
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Sittin wit the reverend in my county blues |
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[tek] |
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To which ever form you base your religion on |
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Live by the scriptures of the bible or karan |
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Don't burn bridges if you plan to make riches |
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The ones that you least expect to be the worst snitches |
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For a dollar, a nigga screamin holla out |
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Ya secret whereabouts, so they can come and air ya out |
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And took the throne, down the shoot dead and gone |
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The struggle goes on, so hold down ya dome |
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[chorus 2x] |
