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(feat. King Just) |
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(Intro: Cappadonna) |
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(... it's like I'm back in the guts, the worlds |
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The streets, the projects, it's always a struggle |
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No matter what you do) |
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Struggle with this, come on ya'll, struggle with this |
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Struggle with this, come on ya'll, struggle with this |
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Struggle with this, come on ya'll, struggle with this |
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(Cappadonna) |
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All ya'll fake ass ******z, what you know about this? |
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Album after album, like I don't give a ******t |
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And you still writin', you ain't flippin' no bricks |
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And you got a big mouth, but you ain't go no hits |
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You just a squirrel in the path, about to get ran over |
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Your talk game is good, but where your Land Rover? |
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You never had a whip, you never had no chips |
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You was lookin' for Don', while I was takin' long trips |
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Came back to Park Hill and I flexed my kits |
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Smoke greens with ya'll ******z, come on, get a grip |
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Stop frontin' like you can't see.. (what?) |
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Deep down inside you wanna be like me |
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And get a little more fame and a little more ****** |
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But you so jealous of me, plus you kick dirt |
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That's the reason why ya'll ******z can't work.. |
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Yo, yo, come on, ya'll, struggle with this. |
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(Chorus: Cappadonna) |
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We up early in the morning, and all night |
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We keep the armor of Allah on, ready to fight |
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Come on, ya'll, struggle with this, keep it tight |
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Because I, am, thee, un-, ordinary life! |
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(Interlude: Cappadonna (King Just) |
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Yeah, come on ya'll, struggle with this |
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Come on ya'll, struggle with this |
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Come on ya'll, struggle with this |
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(Aiyo, Cap, one of those round math') |
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(King Just) |
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I'm rarely seen, cuz I'm out, chasin' my dreams |
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Microphone fiend, way before I was a teen |
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Mitch Green ******z all get punched in they eye |
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Challengin' the champ, like I won't take their pride |
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Or kick they hide, from here to the Westside |
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Tell you rest in the flesh, even the best done tried |
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Comply, or you'll be assassinated |
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I'm dated and faded, download it and save it |
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I made it, easier for the media |
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So you could understand me, without the slang Enclyopedia |
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Stay ******ed up, like the kettel gettin' headed up |
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Talkin' bout the kid, but I already beat it up |
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In the cut, like peroxide, or iodine |
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Optimus ******ne, here to decline your slot time |
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Rock rhymes on point like a porcupine |
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And if my ass get left back, I'mma catch up/Ketchup like Heines |
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And define definition of an M.C |
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Tempt me, I ain't got a lot to give, I got plenty |
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Since you went from 103 to 104 |
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Them dumb ass broads talkin' 'bout them more and more |
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From shore to shore, I laid down my law |
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And walk my Adidas on Colleseum floors |
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Score like Fugee, Rhyme & Reason first movie |
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I ain't gon' rest til I see Flex black a tooly |
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One bad mooly, who lost his cool-io |
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With this Julie ho, gettin' brains in the studio |
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Figadoh! Return of the phantom of the opera |
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Pop a collar, pop it for Mr. Popular |
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I could see through binoculars that you've been watchin' us |
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Your best bet is to get your money set and start coppin' us |
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Before the deeds knock us, and push petal charges |
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And fall off the face of the earth like slaughtered Sergeant |
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(Interlude: King Just (Cappadonna) |
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Come on ya'll, struggle with this (yeah, do it, right) |
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Come on ya'll, struggle with this (Staten Island, stand up) |
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K.J. all day, Donnamite (get ****** up) |
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Come on ya'll, struggle with this |
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(Chorus) |
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(Interlude: Cappadonna) |
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Yeah, Hollyhood, come on, ya'll struggle with this |
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(Cappadonna) |
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I've been strugglin' a few years, now I'm back |
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All ya'll stupid mutha******as best to learn how to act |
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I ain't here to rap with you or here to clap with you |
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Cappadon', I'm just back on the map with you |
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Plus I'm gettin' it hot, ya'll hatin' ass ******z not gettin' a lot |
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Scheming like a fiend and when the joint in the block |
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Know you can't get down, ******, what you got? |
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Big Don' beyond plot, stay low in the block |
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With the glock, told them ******z in Crimestock |
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Hold ya head, it's gonna pop |
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Keep comin' home, we gonna rise to the top |
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Like one in the dome, ******, we refuse to stop |
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Don't get it twisted, the Bees gon' drop |
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But the heat's still rising and ya'll gonna get it |
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It's me, Big Cappadon' with the fitted |
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And my goretex ******t with the FUBU knitted |
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And I'm coming back for all ya'll ******z that ******tted |
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Kid back off, my thoughts make you wanna clap off |
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Run from Don, I tear the wax off |
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Osama Island, ****** we been wildin' |
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Struggle with this, come on ya'll, ****** talent! |
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(Outro: Cappadonna) |
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Struggle with this, put that work in |
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Come on ya'll, struggle with this |
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Homicide Hill, come on ya'll, grizzly |
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Struggle with this... |
