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[Mega] Yea |
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Spank, what up my nigga [Spank] |
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Sup, baby whats happenin' [Mega] |
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Yo son man, look at this shit man times be fuckin' changin' man |
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Know what |
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I'm sayin man |
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I wish we just go back sometimes |
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You know what |
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I mean [Spank] |
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No doubt son, you know we all wish that man, but we goin' through transition right now baby [Mega] |
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Son as long as |
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I got my niggas with me |
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But let me reminisce yo [Cormega] |
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I'm about to take your minds on a trip |
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Cuz everytime |
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I rhyme I kick ' |
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The Realness' |
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Remember niggas used to take gold frames and snatch chains |
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Infact that changed, cuz the error of the crack game was real |
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Mad nights, |
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I used to daydream |
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Wishin' I could be the next |
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Alpo? or preme? for |
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Fort green? |
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I used to be magnetized to fly rides |
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Had a scheme to get my cream and eventually rise |
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I became a little nigga gettin' money type often |
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Livin' the ill life, sportin' |
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Nike Delta forces |
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I saw Scarface and got my first taste for power |
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I never knew grams of powder could make bags of dollars |
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I spent hours writin' graffiti |
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And niggas like |
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Smitty made gettin' rich look real easy |
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Remember when... |
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Damn son you takin' a nigga back right now [Chorus] |
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Yo, to all my ghetto legends, whether live or in the essence |
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Facing fed time or in a pearl white |
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Lexus Sometimes you gotta sit back and just analize |
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Cause nothin' moves faster than the hands of time [Cormega] |
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And I remember when the whole drug game was hot |
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Son a cop got shot, in |
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Southside |
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Queens And tactical narcotics teams making headlines |
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Being big time could get you fed time |
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Undercover vibe, pouring out just like red wine |
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Mega keys, gettin' |
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C's 'bout |
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D's I heard stories 'bout bulletproof 300 |
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E's Yo the mind of a analist is mine so handle it |
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The way I right rhymes, considered a gift |
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I used to wish that |
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I could be fly like |
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Black Trent |
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Rockin' Fi-las, rhyme was the thing |
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I couldn't de-ny |
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I used to read about supplies gettin' busted |
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Cuz guys that they trusted, made deals with |
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D.A.'s, minds corrupted |
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The feds estimated |
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Fat Cat was gettin' millions |
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Black Rody was the richest nigga in my building |
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Remember when... |
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Yea son was doing his thing [Chorus] [Cormega] |
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Before my story ends, rest in peace to |
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Killa Ben |
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And live niggas memories you live again |
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Sometimes |
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I close my eyes and just reminisce |
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And wonder how alotta cats got so rich |
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I can't forget |
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RK, he introduced lots of loose rocks |
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A few cops, and analyse sales from rooftops, yea |
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You shoulda seen the deez when |
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Will bought the red 3- |
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Roller Memories of those days are golden |
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Yea, for all my ghetto legends |
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Ever burrough, all my niggas who was thorough |
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Yea, knah mean [Cormega talking] |
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Know what |
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I'm sayin' son |
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Niggas was holdin' it down back then |
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Fat Cat, Tony |
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Montana, Big |
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Wall, Queen |
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Niggas for the team |
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Motherfuckin my man |
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Supreme Magnetic and |
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Fort Green? |
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All them Brooklyn niggas |
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Alpo? and all them mobstyle niggas doin' it uptown |
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Boy George all them |
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Bronx niggas |
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Niggas was seein' money back then son |
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The Glory |
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Days, know what |
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I'm sayin' |
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Y'all niggas know what |
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I'm talkin' 'bout, word |
