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South Philly, |
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North Side |
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Oakland, Texas |
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Georgia, Black |
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People Yo, |
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Worldwide, |
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Sup my nigga |
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You know what |
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I'm saying |
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Dumb and blind... [Verse One: Black Thought] |
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They say a record ain't nothing if it's not touching |
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Gripping, draw you in closer make you want to listen to it |
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And if you real ill at making music |
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Then lesson'll feel like you livin' through it |
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That's how my nigga do it |
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I met Slacks back in like '91 rapping |
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We went to |
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Millersville to get away from gun clappin' |
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It ain't last |
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I be in class dreaming 'bout 50,000 fans up in the stands screaming out |
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Encore, yo |
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I'm headed back to |
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Philly Nigga you rollin' with me? |
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I'm trying to get busy |
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We walk dogs that was off the chain |
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Lot of times at the show people hardly came |
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I just took it in stride as part of the game |
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But inside people down with me started to change |
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It was a couple things |
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Lil' ??, lil' pills |
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Instead of driving out on the road you rather chill |
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I know the way the pleasure feel |
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I'm not judging |
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But still |
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I'm on a mission, yo |
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I'm not buggin' |
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I got fam that won't stop druggin' |
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They can't sleep |
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They can't stick to one subject, they can't eat |
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Is people steady comin' at me out in the streets |
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Like Riq yo wat up with your peeps it gets deep nigga [Chorus] |
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Yo, you need to walk straight, master your high |
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Son you missin' out on was passing you by |
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I done seen the streets suck a lot of cats dry |
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But not you and |
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I my nigga |
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We got to get |
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Come on, over over the water |
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Come on, over over the water |
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Water, Water... [Verse Two: Black Thought] |
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Yo, we done made too many meals |
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A couple of deals |
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We done share clothes and wills |
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Killed mics and reels |
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We done rock |
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Shows abroad, and slept on floors |
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Trying to figga what the fuck we gettin' slept on for |
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Oh why we walking with the rep up for |
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Waited by the cavity law |
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You know it if you came up poor my nigga |
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Picture a bus up north |
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You know we made of everything outlaws are made of |
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I'm far from a hater |
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And I don't say |
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I love you 'cause the way |
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I feel is greater |
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In Illa you a poet son |
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You a ball creator |
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And this will probably dawn on you later |
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Is in you nature, letters all up in the wall like they made of paper |
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You got to find out where you talent take you |
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You might fuck around, finally make it |
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And that's real but yo [Chorus] [Verse Three: Black Thought] |
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Yo, I want you all to understand |
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I come from |
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South Philly |
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And when I walk the street is like a pharmacy |
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They got all type of shit |
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Anybody could get |
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It goes from |
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H to Ex To lucy ciggarette |
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For my ghetto legend |
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Known from |
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Lil' shyst running |
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Cop codeine by the courts and keep comin' |
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Dummy, just embracing the dope like it's a woman |
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You burnin' both sides of the rope and keep pullin' |
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Tuggin', in between |
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Islam and straight tuggin' |
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Laying everyday around the way and doin' nothin' |
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See'em looking shaking their head and start shruggin' |
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If they don't have a man like mine, they got a cousin |
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Hey yo you better be a true friend to 'em |
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Before the shit put an end to 'em |
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Or give a pen to 'em |
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Or lock'em up in the studio with a mic ' |
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Cause on the real it might save his life |
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Keep tellin'em [Chorus x2] |
