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(Intro: Prodigal Sunn) |
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Number one, all around the world |
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Yeah, borough to borough, state to state, baby |
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State to state, country to country, all around |
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We gon' do it |
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(Chorus: Madame Dee (Prodigal Sunn)) |
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Reach out, reach out, reach out, reach out |
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(I'm all about reaching my people |
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I'm all about reaching the people) for me |
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(Through thick and thing, we gon' do it again |
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And again, and again, and again) |
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(Prodigal Sunn) |
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Visualizin' on my block, first floor in my building |
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Crucial times in the ghettoes, killaz, criminal villains |
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Seen it for millions, perceivin' the blood spilling |
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This dude's appealing, black on black crime |
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Nigga please, please, stop trippin' |
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Cops splittin', fruit lemon, receivin' gold ribbons |
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It's all a part of the old system, destroy the rhythm |
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Toys I give 'em, jewels, I spit 'em, that's how I hit 'em |
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Expandatory, mandatory, Brooklyn, where you living |
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To my moms and my pops, aiyo, it's Thanksgiving |
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Thanks for giving me the mind to overshine prison |
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I love you all to my lessons, yeah I'm all right |
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A hell of a fight, we write it and sell it, they write it |
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That's how the game goes, same ol' shit |
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Same old click, forget the fame, I did it for my PJ bricks |
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Yeah, every chance I get, I reach out, let the world know |
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It's not a game |
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(Chorus 2X) |
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(Prodigal Sunn) |
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Yeah, for many reasons, I internet, connect thru legions |
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Season to season, a sound blast, region to region |
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Pace my tone, bury my bone, ace on the throne |
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Section eight grown, the place that we all call home |
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I shred two tears, before peers, three thousand push ups |
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Bodies falling in the hood, I calibrate my weight up |
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The simple rules to the game, baby, the game is trife |
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Many jewels, fame over life, wrong over right |
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I take flight like the birds and bees |
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It's good and evil, when every man |
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I seen it on, many degrees |
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Don't get puzzled from the words I spill |
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I let the truth reveal, necessary like the meat in the meal |
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Let me tell you what's really real, the dope and the coke |
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The crills and the pills, devil mental controls sills |
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I do the knowledge, take it easy, like George and Wheezy |
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Out in BK, that's where you can reach me |
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(Chorus 2X) |
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(Prodigal Sunn) |
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Yeah, this goes worldwide to every man, woman and child |
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Victims of the system, X-Files, prison exhiles |
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Due to your trial, environmental guilty and wild |
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Just keep ya, head up in hell excel, walk with a smile |
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Preachin' the babies, juveniles bleeding, key to the puzzle |
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Many got, knocked in the hustle, shot in the struggle |
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Government scams, poor less, fortunite fams |
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Got 'em loving, boat by the gram, recorded on cam |
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Many scram for the cheddar, better things in life |
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High price ice, it's all on how you scream them dice |
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A lot of steam broc', white rice, keeps me precise |
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The magnetic, calastetic, mathematic device |
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Communicatin' through pay phones, cell phones and land lines |
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With man kind, American Rap Star, on Showtime |
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HBO, Sex and the City, I held mine |
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Money makes the world go round, a gazillion times |
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(Chorus to fade) |
