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Damn son, what the fuck is wrong with you man? |
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Shit shouldn't be happening out here man |
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Niggas don't be realizin' the shit man but yo tell 'em |
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What you be seein' out your window |
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Yo I be seeing out my window gunshots everyday |
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Man, yo I be seeing sex money and drugs too |
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But yo tell 'em how duke said |
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The worlds about to end |
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Born in the ghetto it's hard to survive |
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Some have achieved and many brothers tried |
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But I realized which life to choose |
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I wanna make money so I gotta pay dues |
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But there's no rules and you only have one chance |
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If ya fuck up kid you face the circumstance |
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At night I use to scream and shout |
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Livin' in the ghetto trying to get the hell out |
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So I would try as I watch my friends die |
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But all I could do was sit back and cry |
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These are feelings I'm expressing through my rhymes |
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I been through hard times so many problems on my mind |
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I wasn't living rich and I also wasn't poor |
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I try to appreciate but I deserve more |
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Yeah, superman supa star |
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Give me super fat doe like Pablo escobar |
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Super duper star |
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Feared by bandits hated by chicks |
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Loved by kids I never did a bid |
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Yes, the group home is thick |
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Plus I don't eat beef cause get dizzy if ya think shit is weak |
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Yo, I work hard and hard my man trace it down to the car |
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After that keep it movin' have no time to be foolin' |
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Around town A&Rs you get down with the hype sound |
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The things I say will make a grown man dream |
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I speak sayings go by yourself, be by yourself |
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Let my lyrics vibrate and shake the earth |
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I travel ghetto to ghetto back streets to street |
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Kick a rhyme or crime with this ill mastermind |
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Mom dukes use to tell me with these tears in her eyes |
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Now I'm out on my own survival with the dime |
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Like an African tribe little dap will blow your mind |
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Check it out like this |
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And then like that |
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Super star |
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So what the fuck y'all movin' on up, Melachi |
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Yes the group home is thick so all y'all punks hear this |
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Yes the group home is thick so all y'all punks hear this |
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Yes the group home is thick so all y'all punks hear this |
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So what the fuck y'all movin' on up |
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Yo check it, check it out like this here we go, Melachi |
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Walkin' the tunnels of hell the next level |
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It's the nutcracker givin' hell to the devil |
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Playin' the game the New York pain |
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Makes me wanna bust but I just maintain |
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'Cause nowadays I talk to a brother |
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Always love your mother 'cause you'll never get another |
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In the streets bustin' off shots fuck the cops |
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I got super small props |
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Big time doe, money is a thriller |
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I'm gettin' more iller than the zodiac killer |
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No lie but before I say bye |
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You can't take money with cha when you die |
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Super duper star |
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Yo, I got niggas flippin' they wig |
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Chicks grabbin' they cunts |
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As they rhyme they get doper and then they greet me with blunts |
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One times for your mind before I brake these streets |
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Ain't nothin' holdin' me back hip hop track |
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Yo son, you know the feelin' shit will get revealed |
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As the times will get better |
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And you know I got skills I seen the days turn into nights |
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As the stars shine bright |
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Motherfuckers moet and chicks they keep steppin' |
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Like Dom Perrion one day will live large |
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Word to allah and it don't seem hard |
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No more jealousy and envy |
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Curse is put upon me |
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Watch me live free at the clink |
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With my niggas you'll see |
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Raisin' to the top like a rocket shit yo I go far |
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Super star |
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So what the fuck y'all movin' on up, Melachi |
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Yes the group home is thick so all y'all punks hear this |
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Yes the group home is thick so all y'all punks hear this |
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Yes the group home is thick so all y'all punks hear this |
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So what the fuck y'all movin' on up |
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Yo check it, check it out like this here we go, Melachi |
