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Son started in Brooklyn and you all know that |
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I call you son for a reason |
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That means nothin' can come between us |
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When we walk these streets |
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Lyrics do get deep because were born to die |
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Shed tears and cry, mom Dukes passed away |
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When you was locked up, son |
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They had you suspended in time, so I kick rhymes |
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Niggas livin' off your fears and ideas to get paid |
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Brothas makin' the bounce and protect your wealth |
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And this punk style niggas screamin' out for help |
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Yo, there's nothin' in this world better than life itself |
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Young fools break rules, mic tools got me open |
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I'm smokin', leavin' all the punk rappers broken |
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No jokin', hopin' for the best |
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East to west, I'm like a killer puttin' rappers to they rest |
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'Cause there's no tricks, when I let off clips |
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I leave bodies in ditches, play bitch niggas like bithces |
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Nutcracker doin' hits by the dozen |
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When I make moves, I ride the train with my cousin |
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Nowhere near simple, my mental |
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Flex more complex than mozarts instrumental |
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From my temple, time's a bad sign |
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And if you're doin' that, you're suspended in time |
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Don't talk the talk if you can't walk the walk |
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The crew bringin' the ruckus no doubt |
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Don't talk the talk if you can't walk the walk |
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The crew bringin' the ruckus no doubt |
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Don't talk the talk if you can't walk the walk |
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The crew bringin' the ruckus no doubt |
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Don't talk the talk if you can't walk the walk |
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The crew bringin' the ruckus no doubt |
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Yo son, I think about my soul |
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'Cause your shell is just a frame |
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Only used for money, hustlin' and playin' the game |
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I want my chance to live long |
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What like Marvin Gaye, I may be dead and gone |
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But my word will be born |
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This is for my niggas and chicks who live in the ghetto |
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We walk the streets of gold, diamond, pearls and girls |
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And there's nothin' better than this course, we're in the new world |
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Seein' people everywhere that I thought I saw before |
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Check it out party people as we reign supreme |
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Yo, the Group Home manifest got mad love for the team |
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I know that it's tough comin' up in the streets |
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You will be strong because you can't be beat |
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You gotta put your mind on achieve mode |
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Go for your goals, boom boom explode |
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Every body's in the way but they can't hold you back |
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That's how it is and we do it like that |
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Yeah, so showin' whatchu got? |
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No time for fakin' moves, the time is wastin' on the clock |
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You know how I rock, I rock non stop |
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Hop on stage, you jump on my jock |
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Here's a dope rhyme one time for yo mind |
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If you deaf dumb and blind, you're suspended in time |
