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(feat. Steele) |
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(Steele) |
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Let it be known, you can't keep a good man down |
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Hard time, hardly wear me down |
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The strong survive, what comes around, go around |
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When the going get rough, we ride, lord, hold me down |
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Blood, sweat and pain, take it and strive |
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Nothin to do, it's breakin' my pride |
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My eyes on the prize, been through, tribulations and trials |
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I realize, I'm still gonna rise |
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(Buckshot) |
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I need one hundred percent, undivided attention |
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Provided you mention, Black Moon is back |
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And all the questions, like Smif-N-Wessun |
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Changin' their name to Cocoa Brovaz, did it ruin the track? |
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Let's think back, like the song I made |
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So we can reminisce the rights and the all wrongs I made |
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Don't get it twisted, I don't progress shit |
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I don't remember, but I don't forget, shit |
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That's how the game go, things get harder to spit |
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What's real love, without pain, the part of the shit |
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Who knows, few blow, few will get dough |
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It's the reason so many rappers never move with the flow |
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But I've shown, that I'm prone, to keep going |
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Cuz I flown, this goes out to you |
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This goes out to you |
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(Chorus x2: Steele, Buckshot) |
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This goes out to you, and out to you |
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Who didn't believe I wouldn't achieve |
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My goals, yo, I'm so, out of control |
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I just don't know |
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(Buckshot) |
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I started out with nothing, got a little talent |
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Came up with something, got a little violent |
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It was hardly thumpin', everybody fakin' moves |
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While I'm makin' moves and that party jumpin' |
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What part of me bluffin, huh? I don't see one |
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See guns, he run, leave sons with nothing |
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Stranded - handle it, stress on my chest |
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Like a tight lamel lid, I just - |
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Breathe in, breathe out, see what he about |
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And if there's no cheese, we leave him out |
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Cuz niggaz see the route that I'm on |
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Big movers for the kid to rule, everything abroad |
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See I was taught to write everything I saw |
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Been around the world, from the US to Singapore |
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You can learn a thing or more, from the veteran |
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No calm, wanna learn no more, just get a pen |
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(Chorus x2) |
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(Buckshot) |
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Me and Dru hooked up in '93 |
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Started out as a management, then a record company |
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Even then they wasn't bumpin' me, but I ain't give a fuck |
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Still represented, every time I had to give them Buck |
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On stage in the studio, or on screen |
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They stayed out of sight, out of mind, if you off the scene |
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Knah'mean, I do too much for me to be enlightened |
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That's the reason, when you see me, you see me at night |
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Walkin', by myself, spliff lit by my lip, gun by my belt |
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Yellin' out, Duck Down is the label |
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Plus a million soldiers with me, nigga |
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Now that we able to make moves, and slay crews |
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And pay dues, cuz they rule |
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This goes out to you, this goes out to you |
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(Chorus x2) |
