Tonalité : A minor•
Verse 1
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As the life cycle
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goes on goes on
And you learn to hold on (hold on)
To things like the mic the mic
And you learn to appreciate who is
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the nicest on said device
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But who is (The finest)
Verse 2
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Time at shashuma, too much drama,
blind behind the rumor
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Time and time and time, my mind,
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I'm trying to find a tumor
Time at shashuma, no time
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for humor
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As soon as one of ya' men's dead in Hempstead,
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you trying to find Pumas
Sooner the better,
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even knitted a sweater already
Keep your leather,
we coming through the brutal weather
We ready to do whatever,
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yo' Doom you with it?
Verse 3
(You know it like a poet, my brother)
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(Hey, Gunn you wit it?) Whatever
Verse 4
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I know about going paid to broke,
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to next day well- off
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To bust a shell off, to dick-
riders: "Get the hell off"
Made a call to a client,
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he must've had his cell off
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A show- off,
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he has the same bite but fell off
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I tell off the bat,
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from science to pure facts
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Which niggas is wack
'til they last two tracks
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Matter fact,
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y'all could wait for the rep to tell
The tall- tale, how he escape from
Verse 5
out the depths of hell
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When die, he gon' die
like a soldier die
Holding a swollen eye, drinking
Olde Gold
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Smoking a stog, watching po-
po patrol the beach
Blowing my high, rolling by, when Gunn die
He gon' try to preach the streets
then go to the sky
Verse 6
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Yup! That hold water,
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like drizzle in a paper cup
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This one etched in stone,
the chisel with the paper up
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I need a cut: a taper- up, edge- up
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Niggas can't measure up,
I'm here to get the treasure up
Verse 7
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Stands up and hold 'em high, do or die
He got heat, no surprise,
stop the beat, close your eyes
Got the weed, rolling lah
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Not sweet, so no demise,
all the guys drops seeds so multiply
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Within the prophecies hold the lie
Verse 8
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He bled my mother and my father,
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but can't bleed me
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OD, ghetto misery, he bled my brother,
my sister, but can't bleed me
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A OG, ghetto misery,
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bled my mother, my father, but can't bleed
Verse 9
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Me sci- fly, whole style stuck up
Used to talk to myself,
I told him, "Shut the fuck up!"
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Buckle up,
cause it's about to be rough
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He said, "Keep talking that shit,
you 'bout to be snuffed"
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Then we squashed it, I let
em know: "Watch it
We only met a time to join
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these rhymers in the mosh pit"
Gosh, it feels great just
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to increase the chance
For a pussy nigga face to hit the
Verse 10
dance floor
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I pull ya' top up, got clout,
crack rock, what?
Now it's all good business,
and so this bitch is locked up
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On the dance floor: you got knocked out,
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your bitch got knocked up
Baby- face, and hey can you brand you,
brand new machete
Damn, I just shook your hand
and can't stand you already
Can't stand you, understand you deadly
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But my hammer's like a band, my man,
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it's Brand New and Heavy
Yo' Doom, you ready?
(Yeah! Yo' Gunn,
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you with it?) Whatever
Verse 11
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Come on stay,
I wrote this rhyme on my born- day
Remind me of the same style I flipped
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on "Hey!"
Yikes! Who can fuck with the likes
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Of one such who scores touchdown
and spikes mic's
Metal grill, with many styles, better still
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Feel like number 26 on a roulette wheel
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And deal, and run rings around rhymers
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And run rings like number
Verse 12
runners whose old- timers
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Shorty in the all black,
she think she all that
I called her, she said, "Don't call back!"
She called me, now what
you call that?
Let's go back, I sold crack
Hold gats, smoke that, drink that,
toke that
Fuck! Where that ho at? Where
Verse 13
that dough at?
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Suffering succotash! This hooker broke
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into his last buck of cash
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He love her, motherfuck her ass
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Metal feet dented your car fender
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My agenda up in the basement
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party tipping the bartender
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Is unbeknownst to you who
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could get body blown?
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MF like Mike Fran Corleone
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And got it sown,
maricon, like to know what you staring at?
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An invisible cat,
who pull off a disappearing act
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Raised by a pack a wild
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womens like Sweetback
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Front? I'mma be back! (Like brothers
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in the street act)
(Surrounded by a bunch a bad
bitches like Sweetback)
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(Fuck with me I'll be back)
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Like niggas in the streets
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Outro 1
act (streets act!)
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