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Yeah, Kweli |
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Ye-ye-ye-ye-ye yeah get back |
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Classic Brooklyn, let's go |
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We sell crack to our own, nigga I'm back in the zone |
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My passionate poems got the feds tappin my phones |
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It's like Timothy McVeigh, they say I'm actin alone |
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I got a whole team that'll put a gat to your dome |
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To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by |
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Yo this remix is hot, we only dealin with the live hip hop |
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Yo get by, get back nigga (Roc) |
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Just to get by |
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Nigga I sold coke, nigga I pushed lah |
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Carried a fo'five |
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Claimed I was ready to die |
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Promised never to cry |
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Held it all inside |
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Reality was too much to take so I |
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Kept my mind fly |
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Slimmed for most of mine |
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Soon as I closed my eyes |
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Then I woke up behind |
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Nigga either I throw it up, these nines |
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Or blow up with rhymes |
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The best flow of mines is like blow up on lines of coke up |
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And your folks think Hov' just wrote stuff to rhyme |
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Nah, I'ma poster for what happened seein your moms |
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Doin five dollars worth to work just to get a dime |
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So pardon my disposition |
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Why should I listen to a system that never listened to me? |
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Picture me working McDonald's (uh uh) |
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I'd rather pull a mac on you |
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Sorry Ms. Jackson but I'm packin |
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Talib Kweli + background singers |
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This morning I woke up |
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Feelin brand new and I, I jumped up |
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Feelin my highs and my lows |
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In my soul, and my goals |
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Just to stop smoking and stop drinkin |
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But I been thinkin I got my reasons |
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Just to get by, just to get by |
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Just to get (by), just to get |
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(everybody get your hands in the sky, it go) |
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bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah |
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Bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah |
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Talib Kweli |
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Just to get by, just to get by |
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Just to get by |
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(...hands in the sky, it go) |
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background singers |
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bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah |
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bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah |
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Talib Kweli |
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Just to get by, just to get by |
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(Talib Kweli) Just to get by |
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We keep it *******, stay 'fo shizzle', 'fo sheezy' |
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To set the tide to the violence on the TV during the war |
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Killin each other is easy, there's war and liquor for fallen niggas Believe |
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me, it's ghetto love, I bet you seen it all befo' |
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Just to get by, my people we get fly |
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My people we get high, fillin cigars with the lah |
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Nigga come on, even Jesus was stoned before receivin the throne |
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I said to rest in peace and leave us alone |
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Busta Rhymes |
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Back in the days we was used to doin the shit |
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I can't call it all in the streets |
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We was hustlin fiends that asked for it |
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I guess I was used to just standin on corners |
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Waitin for paper bags with bundles of crack |
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Hopin the week was good so I could get money back |
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To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by |
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When I was stressed I possessed a side of my strength |
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That made me angry and bleed |
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With the frustration havin me smokin Newports and weed |
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To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by |
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Those be the times when I try to rely |
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On my niggas and street mother****ers |
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And reach out to wifey and then I place a call on my mother |
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To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by |
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(Hey yo mom pick up the phone, I g- I gotta to talk to you ma) |
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If you was (??) sentenced 'stead of actin stupid and guessin |
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You had to go and study your lessons |
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And know your math in the building recession to get by |
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This morning I woke up |
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Feelin brand new and I, I jumped up |
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Feelin my highs and my lows |
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In my soul, and my goals |
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Just to stop smoking and stop drinkin |
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But I been thinkin I got my reasons |
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Just to get (get), just to get (get) |
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Just to get (get), just to get (get buh buh buh bye bye) |
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background singers |
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in the background |
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bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah |
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bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah |
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Talib Kweli |
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Some people try to be fly |
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They fake and they lie |
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They snakes'll see the hate in their eyes |
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Look at the sky to survive |
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People try to get by |
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Fightin force, slice of the pie |
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Tryin to eat and be high |
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How you know you really alive if you don't reach for the sky? |
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Your eyes keep on the prize |
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What you seek and you'll find |
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Who's the realest niggas? that we let people decide |
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Who keepin it live? |
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Brooklyn got the key to the ride, c'mon |
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Some people try to be fly |
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They fake and they lie |
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They snakes'll see the hate in their eyes |
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Look at the sky to survive |
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People try to get by |
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Fightin force, slice of the pie |
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Tryin to eat and be high |
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How you know you really alive if you don't reach for the sky? |
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Your eyes keep on the prize |
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What you seek and you'll find |
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Who's the realest niggas? that we let people decide |
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Who keepin it live? |
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Brooklyn got the key to the ride, c'mon |