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Uh-Uh |
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C'mon, uh Doap Nixon, ATOP (gotta be a betta way) |
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I found out that by the time you make it in life |
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You find out you already had it |
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True story, c'mon y'all follow me |
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[Chorus: Cynthia Holiday] |
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'Heaven Is Calling' - thru rain and snow |
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'Heaven Is Calling' - thru rain and snow |
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[Doap Nixon:] |
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Yo, if Heaven call me I musta missed the call |
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All da things that I touched makes me slip and fall |
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All da things that I had made me fall from grace |
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Why da words that I speak seem to cause that hate? |
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Got dudes on my top cause I called 'em fake |
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Everybody tryna judge like they all so great |
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But the sun still gon' shine in a minute tho |
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I build with the God, Meshach and Abednego |
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I swear if I had a second chance only turn back the second hand |
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Gold-double check the plan |
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Respect the fam is the first rule those that search jewels |
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I cast stones and curse fools |
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Doap Nix is a throw back, know dat |
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So I won't go to hell, others won't go back |
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But I ain't here try to preach to y'all |
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I'm just tryna throw a jewel that could reach to y'all |
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C'mon... |
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[Chorus: Cynthia Holiday] |
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[Doap Nixon:] |
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Yo, yo, yo, my mind drifts to the smell of aroma |
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Of incense burnt straight outta Macedonia |
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I move with the Book of Life on my JanSport |
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And found peace that surpassed a man's thought |
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Egyptian Knowledge got lost in sandstorms |
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Crusades transform to gang-wars |
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Young bucks quick to clap at the Beast |
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Took all the diesel outta da hood and put it back onto streets |
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Everytime that I fell I came back on my feet |
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ATOP drop now I'm back with the heat |
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This game's no love, the murder rate symbolic |
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Money got snuffed for an old grudge |
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But where's the promises to be honest thing |
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Cover our eyes with job and a scholarship |
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Section-8 occupant's anonymous |
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I'm neva honorin' any promise of rudiment |
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Word up |
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[Chorus: Cynthia Holiday] |
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War Vision, I'm Knowledgin' witch you boy daddy |
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[Doap Nixon:] |
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Yo, don't try to play me like I'm somebody's kid |
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I'm a grown man who learned wisdom something to live |
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It's nuttin' to talk, Knowledge-Knowledge New York |
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Manifested from da light that only comes from the dark |
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I experienced da trials of a wild addiction |
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Lost my mind and my freedom to a foul conviction |
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But found my style missin' now I'm shittin' on cats |
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Only build on my past fuck bringin' it back |
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It's the measurin' stick so I can vision the growth |
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Embrace any direction that da pendulum go |
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Can you say that? Or is you stuck in the way back? |
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Where everybody is frontin' with that money and Maybachs |
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Not the hustle but I knock the hustla |
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When the cops rush ya, learn to bent with the block rushaz |
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And everybody thas gettin' da doe |
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Aim for a bright future so ya kids can grow |
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C'mon... |
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[Outro: Doap] |
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Ayo that bullshit you feedin' ey'body |
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That garbage ya kids eatin' that too |
