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We kept hustlin |
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We kept grindin |
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[Violent J] |
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The overwhelming workload that it takes |
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The shakin' off snakes |
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The pains and the aches |
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Wrong moves and mistakes |
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They disrupt, corrupt and distract you from your mission |
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And all those who let go and spend their lives wishin and missin |
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I couldn't listen in school, I felt I had a different callin |
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But all everybody did was roll their eyes and start yawnin |
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But this is real life and only you is livin through your eyes |
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There are dreamers, those who want it |
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And us, who won't be denied |
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Its a struggle every day, success is far from fuckin free |
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Unless you plucked it from a tree, with J and ICP |
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Shaggy 2 Dope and Violent J Refuse to Lose! |
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Livin' proof do what you got and you can do what you choose |
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[Shaggy 2 Dope] |
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Hate to sit back on this track like a little bitch and remininsce <<<< |
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But instead I'll kick a little history all about the hatchet |
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By this time in the game, most motherfuckers fell apart |
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In these years we still shinin and we now just gettin our start |
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Inner City Posse jumped on the scene and we was mad crewed up |
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In the end when shit got rough it was just the two of us |
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When you was in the club gettin ya grind and ya sip on |
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We was in the parkin lot gettin our flyers on |
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Did my first show when I was sixteen |
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It's still part of my scheme |
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J holdin out a drive-thru window at Burger King to support our dreams |
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It seemed like yesterday, the world wasn't ready for two clown freaks |
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But we kept grindin |
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Now who on whose dick, lil Bitch shit |
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We kept hustlin |
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We kept grindin |
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[Monoxide Child] |
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I woke up in the morning with my head on backwords |
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Went from street livin to an underground master |
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Went from sellin baggies in allies to sellin from here to Cali |
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And rollin with the Psychopathic family |
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I started up with Krazees hooked up with Violent J |
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The rest is still bein written like a biography |
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Don't think you know my story, cause there's too much to tell |
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Just know that I've been underground and I've been doin well |
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Since the days of makin tapes in the basement |
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We came a long way, I'd like to see you do the same shit |
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Monoxide, and I'm Twiztid with a Z |
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Carnival representin' til I D-I-E |
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[Madrox] |
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We met ICP way back, touring once or twice |
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They was real cool, Felt like we known 'em all our life |
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They said You ever wanna side with them |
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We was like hell yeah we down the ground with friends |
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They put us out, this was way before the family era |
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When we toured for three years with a t-shirt |
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Gettin mixed response from the bleachers and show-goers |
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Prepared for rock-throwers and flame-throwers we stayed focused |
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In '98 we dropped our first LP |
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Psychopathic presentin' Twiztid Mostasteless the CD |
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Go out and get it bitch, shit is cold as ice |
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So dope that we released it twice |
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And we still here |
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We kept hustlin |
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We kept grindin |
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[Blaze Ya Dead Homie] |
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It started as a guest, I moved later to a real spot |
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Worked behind the scenes before I really got a shot |
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In the studio, twistin still need jsdflkjlk;jsdflkdfjdf |
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My skills got me the deal off the CD you know it's dope |
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But it was on now in '99, the first GOTJ |
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Ya Dead Homie Blaze and ABK rippin the stage |
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The first time I ever got to grind in the sunshine |
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Six minutes shorter the EP's full play time |
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Still confusin some, give love for One Less G |
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That's when we moved to the streets and people started hearin me |
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From Colton Grundy to Clockwork Grey my skills increased |
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Don't believe me? Pick up my next CD |
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[Anybody Killa] |
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I keep it grindin like an old set of car brakes |
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Started off with a duel player and casette tapes |
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By '95 my life was frustrated so I developed my mentals and let the funk recreate it |
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And then I hit the stage with my homie Blaze thuggin for life |
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City to city tours under the light |
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Straight outta Detroit grindin Warrior baby |
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I ain't never gonna stop, my heat's never on safety |
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This is Psychopathic bitch boy and we so sweet |
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What you know about the label runnin under the streets? |
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This be Anybody Killa homie, like me or not |
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Over a hundred thousand sold bitch with one bout to drop |
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For real |
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We kept hustlin |
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We kept grindin |
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[Bonez Dubb] |
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Mothafuckas don't trip I'm one of the youngest homies on the |
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And keepin it grindin with a |
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And on my way to the fuckin top |
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Because we underneath the surface be prepared to be real hurt bitch |
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We came from the gutter and now i'm fuckin your mother and workin it |
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I know I'm only 24 up in this hoe but check it yo |
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I was smokin it before some of y'all was even startin to grow |
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Some of y'all don't even know |
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So many shows by eighteen |
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And by my twenty-first I was on the national scene |
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And see, been given an oppurtunity to speak my words and yo |
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Be keepin it wicked and run with the hatchet for sho so slow your roll |
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My name is Bonez and this be O-T |
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We murderin fucks til the sun comes up that's why they call us A.M.B |
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[Otis] |
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Hey homie I hope you listen to my rappin |
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Cause rappin is all I have it's all that every fuckin mattered |
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Your heart can get shattered your pockets can get fatter |
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Just grind like me and mine and you'll shine like my family |
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In the beginning my mission was to make it to the hatchet |
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Then I did it and started laughin I grinded and look what happened |
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My mind is not on this planet, cause y'all thought that we vanished |
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But God's Hand got my back, and the game still gets me fuckin mad |
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I start poppin off at the mouth when somethin bothers me |
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You mothafuckers better give it up for R.O.C |
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You mothafuckers better give it up for A.M.B |
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DJ Clay mixtapes, gettin paid and makin haters bleed |
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We kept hustlin |
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We kept grindin |
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[Boondox] |
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All the blood and the tears I spent on over the years |
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And all the time on the grind I conquered most of my fears |
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Not knowin would I make it and was it worth the sacrifice |
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Skippin meals and skippin bills i hoped that it was worth the price |
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Of the love of my kids and would they hate me in the end |
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For all the time I didn't spend i knew i'd have to make amends |
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So kept the mike in one hand the other gripped on my glock |
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Kept one eye on the prize the other fixed up on the clock |
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It was a hustler in my heart who let me know i wouldn't fail |
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Would I end up on the stage or would I end up in a cell |
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Then one Monday afternoon I got that call from Psychopathic |
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Put the pistol in the drawer and now I'm runnin with the hatchet [Woo Woo!] |
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We kept hustlin |
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We kept grindin |
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[DJ Clay] |
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I was sixteen young and was never put on |
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But was put down strong and when Big Rude gave me a call |
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Sayin that the wicked clowns had a party called Big Ballas |
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And if I want to come spin and make a couple dollars |
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St. Andrew's Hall [Yeah!] Remember it all [Yeah!] |
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When I went into this game who knew I would last this long |
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Then when '06 came around you can Fuck the Fuck Off |
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It was me and Shaggy 2 Dope I was on my first tour |
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And little did I know it was the first of many more |
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Now I'm pushin out mixtapes for the juggalos |
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And the love I get from them keeps me higher than some dro |
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That's why I'm standin here, arms crossed just to let you know how we |
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We kept hustlin |
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We kept grindin |