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What what what what what! |
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(Chorus) |
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Holding the weight of the world, holding the weight of the world |
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Weight of the world on my shoulders (rock, rock, rock, rock) |
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(Verse 1 Buckshot) |
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Yeah, I know you can relate to this *************t right here, |
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feelin like you got a lot of weight |
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Sometimes you wanna bomb never hesitate, bomb first, |
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hold ya head up yo, get up yo |
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Got all these stressed out *************s with firearms |
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Prepare, get ready they about to bomb |
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First one hit usually an innocent civillian |
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Shot by the elevator dead up in the building |
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I'm illin' of the chill I got |
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Through my spine last night when I heard the shot |
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Took flight, cos I know that the Gods is right |
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Telling me you gonna make it when there's hard in life |
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And the stripes that you gain through the streets is pain |
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No matter how many mother******s is slain |
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Hold your head son, maintain |
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************* getting the tumour in your brain |
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Muther************* the rumour that you on came(?) |
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Simple and plain, like piece of the pie |
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It's the hustle to get yours, ************* I can't lie |
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I'm addicted to the high life, the wild life |
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Make the stress go by easy, when the bomb right |
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(Chorus) |
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(Verse 2 5 ft) |
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The weight of the world is on my shoulder |
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But, everyday I wake I find myself I'm getting bolder |
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As I annihilate, plus dominate |
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Thinking of ways to rise up, like a republican prominent |
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In the bomb state of thinking |
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Sometimes, life is like quicksand, if not watching your step |
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You end up sinkin |
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So pay close attention, don't be blinkin' |
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Cos you might miss the entire point of the words that we speakin' |
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(Chorus x1) |
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Holding the weight of the world (bomb first) |
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Holdin the weight on my shoulder (booya!) |
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(Verse 3: Buckshot) |
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The weight o' the world's on my shoulder |
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I'm never gettin younger, only gettin older |
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As I, walk the streets with stress |
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Hold my head, cos the more I finesse |
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Tap the plate on my bullet proof vest, YES! |
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I'm strapped in tight, |
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Cos I feel like some *************t gonna happen tonight |
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I been eyein' a lot of *************s, closin' up |
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Eye on my jewellery, they frozen up (rock rock rock rock) |
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Wanna stick me why? How come? |
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Jealous cos my *************t is sophis, I don't ************* wit' none of them |
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Commercial rap get the Originno gunn clapp |
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Believe me, stress on my brain, roll a sack of that |
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*************t that'd make the devil dissolve |
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Holdin the world spinning on my shoulders wit' no prob |
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(Chorus) |
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(Verse 4 5 ft) |
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5 o' ****** on the dot. |
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I, I'm up performing callisthenics |
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While the muslims are making salot (?) |
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And the Devil plots |
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The pressures of life got me rock |
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Plus my ambitions fired up, I just can't stop |
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Been singing broke too long, time for a new song |
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Rest in peace to 2strong(?), cos reddaman is still new born |
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The world's been warned |
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You get tooken out like a pawn in this game |
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Or get caught fla*************n' and flossin' at fame |
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But, trials and tribulations force me, to claim what's mine |
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Plus blow mine, (mine!) meaning! |
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What I work and struggle hard for |
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To the end of my existence, yes I'll die for |
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The rules and regulations, all God's laws |
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Laying it down, under the ground |
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Until the surface hardcore |
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Pu*************n' to become a rich man once poor |
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Tell you to your face, you ain't ready for the war |
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(rock rock rock rock) |
