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Boom bash dash, i had to break, i had to getaway |
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Packed my bags, to leave for good, it was a monday |
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Kissed my mother, gave my pops a pound |
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Then he hugged me, and then he turned around |
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I threw the duffelbag over my shoulder |
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It was time to get props kid, cause now i'm older |
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Time to fend for myself jack |
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So i'ma go for mine, and maybe never come back |
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Stopped at the lye spot before i hit the train station |
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Needed some boom for the mental relaxation |
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It took the last of my loot to make this move troop |
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But i ain't even tryin to work in a suit |
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Plus my aunt's got a room that's for rent |
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As long as there's no hoes and i don't come home bent |
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So **** the bullshit i'm audi |
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I'm on a mission, cause if i stay i'll go crazy |
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I'm gonna make it god damnit |
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Out in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet |
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They never fake it just slam it |
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Out in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet |
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Crash boom bang i used to hang at four corners |
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And all the spots in beantown where niggaz carry burners |
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But i was more turned on by the micraphone |
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So one cold morning, i left home |
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Next i'm smokin blunts on ? |
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Or workin in a mail room uptown, feelin sick and |
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Tired, of payin all these ****ed up dues |
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I wasn't tryin to lose -- i refused |
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Had a chick uptown, one in queens and one in jersey |
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Sometimes all you need to get by, is a girlie |
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But yo i still wasn't happy |
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I seen a lot of ill shit on my block, happen nightly |
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East new york is no joke kid |
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And peace to my man hass doin his bad |
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I went to flatbush to buy incense and weed |
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Stopped at the bookstands for somethin to read |
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That shit was rough cause my pockets was bare |
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And like the sayin goes, sometimes life ain't fair |
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But in my heart there ain't no quittin |
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So i stayed up late, to write some rhymes to some rhythms |
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Seconds away from just flippin |
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But ****it i'll maintain, one day i'll be hittin |
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See i'ma make it god damnit |
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Out in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet |
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I'll never fake it just slam it |
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There in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet |
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And you can, walk the walk talk the talk but don't flaunt |
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Cause little shorty's scheamin on your rings and fronts |
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But don't sweat it, cause that's the life out here |
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A lot of niggaz, be livin real trife out here |
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I got my own place in bed-stuy |
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Known to many others, as do or die |
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Malcolm x boulevard and gates avenue |
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Smokin up the fat trey bags with the crew |
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Me and the niggaz troy and squeaky |
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Used to twist dutch masters, we got nice weekly |
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I used to build with the brothers by the spot |
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They had to hustle but they still knew a lot |
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To get my haircut had to go to fort greene |
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On myrtle ave, to get a fade with the sides clean |
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Then to fulton just to look around |
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Just to roam around, and find a chick to go uptown |
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And check a movie or some shit like that |
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I couldn't spend much but yo my game was fat |
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I remember this one chick, she brought me a beeper |
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Then one week later, she got me some sneakers |
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But then i stepped, cause i found out about her rep |
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And i ain't goin out bein no bitch's pet |
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But anyway i used to lay up in the crib |
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Listening to red and marley, wishin i was on kid |
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Saved my dough, stayed on the down low |
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Lounged and drank 40's with tommy, hill and gunsmoke |
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And lil' dap used to come by strapped |
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Nice off a l cause we stayed like that |
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Sometimes i used to miss my moms |
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Gunshots in the twilight, people fightin every night |
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But i'ma be aight still |
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Cause i'ma keep writin shit and perfectin my skills |
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I'm gonna make it god damnit |
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Here in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet |
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I never fake it just slam it |
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Here in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet *echoes* |
