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Yo, yeah, yo |
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Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo |
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Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo |
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Uhh, uhh, G. Dep! |
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[G. Dep] |
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A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me |
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Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me |
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Rippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for me |
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Yo.. (yeah, uhh, yeah) |
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I guess you niggaz told me right and exact |
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Shak, shak, right in his back |
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I might just crack while I'm writin this rap |
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From even, a tire that snap, I'm light in the sack |
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I tell you how I feel and that's part of the deal |
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I'm like, Seagal with the steel but "Harder to Kill" |
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It's real, big Beans up for lettin me know |
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Fifteen bet and you blow, better get dough |
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Won't be a second we won't; they lettin me go |
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Since pays wisen your ways, allow me to grow |
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Aiyyo (yo) swing yeah back to the scene |
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Seven-four-eight-oh, can't recall in between |
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Whole state pulsate, we can wrinkle the town |
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Park jams dark shams niggaz breakin it down |
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Niggaz rock the heaters, my clique rocked Adidas |
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Didn't know the blocks were where the spots would lead us |
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But hey.. |
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[Chorus] |
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A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me |
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Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me |
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Knew what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed |
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Rippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for me |
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A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me |
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Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me |
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Niggaz is gamin they ain't who they claimin to be |
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Niggaz that know me they told me the game it could be - CRAZY |
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[G. Dep] |
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I take you back to the scene of the stunt |
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Scene of that rhyme and you can think what you want |
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And if you.. and if you tell me you can get it from here |
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Got boom got boom, put shit in the air (yeah yeah yeah) |
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Get us some gear to get us in here |
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Waited years to get a premier and did it from here |
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Harlem - citizen where the kid is in gear, guard him |
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Niggaz in here, who get it in here, we are them |
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Take you back to the 80's around |
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Polo Grounds, Uptown, eight-eighty a pound |
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Niggaz hit the rooftop, y'all was roofin the rocks |
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Other niggaz shoe tops, only youth on the block |
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You dig me - movin in tops and movin these rocks |
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You get it - we movin them blocks to move in them drops |
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Skiddin - I guess the niggaz told me right and exact |
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When they said stop fightin and stack it - get the money nigga |
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[Chorus] |
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[G. Dep] |
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Eighty-one I had fun, eight-two I was new |
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Eight-three I did me, eight-four I had grew |
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Eighty-five it got live, eight-six in the mix |
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Eighty-seven in the kicks, eighty-eight in the whips |
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Eighty-nine I had the grind, now I know it was flow |
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Ninety-one we got guns, ninety-two it was dough |
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Nine-three was the key, nine-four was sure |
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Nine-five took a dive, nine-six I was poor |
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Nine-seven did eleven now I'm made out the gate |
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Nine-nine spit rhymes two-thousand and straight.. |
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Shit, I thought I'd give housing a break |
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Sit back, countin the cake, and lounge in estates, but yo |
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[Chorus] - 2X {*to fade*} |