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(Chorus 2X: Prodigal Sunn samples) |
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"Don't don't don't don't don't |
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Don't get puzzled from the words I spill" |
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"I'll let you know" |
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"D-DJ" "Where you gon' run to" |
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"Don't get puzzled from the words I spill" |
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"I'll let 'em know" |
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"D-DJ" "Sunn'll turn face" |
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(Prodigal Sunn) |
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The gun of a slave, condensed prince, crowns and kings |
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The face of a pharoah, escapin' the American dream |
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They say it's all about the time and the themes |
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So I takes my time, create design, intellectual blind |
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Tore my heart, body and soul, as I run through the globe |
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Teachin' the babies, the young and the old livin' in this cold world |
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Some play for better days and better ways |
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Wise words from my grandpa; lay low when that beretta sprays |
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Got only one life to live, choose positive over negative |
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You know the game is mad competitive |
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To all my kin folks and relatives |
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Open your eyes, to the lies, real lines, go wake and suit up |
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(Chorus 2X) |
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(Prodigal Sunn) |
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It all started 29 hard, verse with a spark, then lay it marv' |
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Reign of the star, the Sunn, I grew my arms Dubar |
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Endangered species, run the city of lust, greed and envy |
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Piece hangin' from your chest, diamond crest, don't tempt me |
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Since a young shorty, move with the force of a horse |
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Main ingredient to my line source, full meal course |
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Never known to deal with the soft, cuz the real, we comin' off |
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Long term like the floor scout, scrapers and lofts |
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My Uncle Ray used to say; boy, eat to live |
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No food in the crib, stomach down, and touchin' my ribs |
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Foodstamp kid, first bid, age 12; juvenile skid |
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For scappin' a pillar, money guerilla |
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Runnin' wild through the 'Nam com, weapon concealer |
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Became wise to the fact that only God delivers |
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Still remember Grandma Miller, rockin' chinchilla's |
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'83, out in A.C., with Grandpa Skrilla |
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(Chorus 2X) |
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(Prodigal Sunn) |
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I set a scene that causes heart attacks |
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Smoother than the scale on a shark's back |
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We smarter than your average cat, as a matter of a fact |
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Ready for any savage with gats |
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Bag that, you'll get head cracked, lay dead flat |
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Grown in these streets, plus killas needed weed over meat |
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Survival depends, ascends on your style and technique |
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Political muscle, rather do venetical structure |
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In a Jetta, go horetical, blood of a hustla |
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In gold chains, before they put us in chains |
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Hit us with the crack cocaine |
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Watch the junkies shootin' smack in they veins |
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From Lennox to Lewis, convinced we can do this |
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Always knew this, heavyweight champ |
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Bang with the force, of forty amps |
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Yeah, that's just the way it is, knowledge my biz |
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Self employed, big boy toys, enjoy, my kids, for real |
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For real, life is not a game son, you better know it's real, real |
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(Chorus 4X) |
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(Outro: Prodigal Sunn) |
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It's all about surival, baby |
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It's alot of sharks in the pool, man |
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Straight up, I see you sleep, boy |
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Stay away from affections |
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I know the game, baby, yeah, yeah |
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We know the game', baby |
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Don't get puzzled from the words I spill |
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That shit is real, real, you know the drill, real |
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Real, real |
