Tom: C minor
Verse 1
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Uh- huh
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Blackhand Ent.
Roc- a- Fella Records
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In association with the streets
The Black Gangster
In conjunction
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Yeah
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I ride
Verse 2
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windows down halfway
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Halfway out of my mind music on
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9, blasting Donny Hathaway
Me and my niggas spending
half the day
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Plotting, how we gon get this math
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with out getting balst away
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I wake up to the same
problems after today
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Life is harsh, niggas gotta?
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Right from the start they place me in
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the ghetto tender age of nine
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I tend to mine and to
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surrender to crime
Wouldnt wish this on nobody
like the end of like mine
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Ever since i was quite young
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a nigga been in divine
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Had to scratch for every plaque,
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rap aint even all it's cracked up to be
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Niggas don't stack up to me
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Had to hustle in a world of trouble
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Trapped in, clostrophobic the
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only way out was rapping
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Dm
America don't understand it, the
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demographics i tapped in
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I'm the truest nigga to do this nigga
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and anything else is foolish
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Like those who stay high,
under God's grey skies
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My lyrics is like Bible, made to save lives
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In the midst of all your misery nigga, stay fly
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Never let em see you frown,
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even smile when you down
Shit, i floss on my off- days
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Niggas can't stop me like rumors,
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i'm too strong
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Socks explode and sweatpants
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Holding it down on the corner
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drop the price on the coke and
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Drove the competition out
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and let the dough flow in
The cops is closing in, i can do the time
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But what's really on my mine,
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is there's no hoes in the pen
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I play the low and try and make
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Feds still tryna build a case since '93
i'm retired but they like whatever
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You know them pigs don't wanna
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see you get your life together
Verse 3
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The more things change the more
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Who am i to change the game?
You gotta move quick like her- o- in
Verse 4
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Once again
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Hold the gun at eye level,
i aint afraid of conflict
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I let the nine rip,
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nigga say "hi" to the devil
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I blind with the bezel,
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i'm in line with the ghetto
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What yall nigga afraid of
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my mind or the metal
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Niggas tryna subtract my life,
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my mathematics is precise
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so fucking with me just aint the an swer
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I can't lose when i was young
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i was like Fresh
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Poppa raised me to chess moves
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And though your gone i'm not
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bitter you left me prepared
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We got divided by the years,
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but i got it from here
Don't sweat that,
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sounds bump from Marcy to Lefrak
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To that pocket in DC where my
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man caught his death at
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Over my years i've seen Rooks
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get tooken by the Knight
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Lose they Crown by tryna
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defend a Queen
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Checkmate, in 4 moves the Bobby Fischer of
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rap? in a time where we all move
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Lets face it either your dough chasin,
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or basing
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Lacing, cops got your face
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sprung like mason
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Careful, any infultra
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tion i'm leaving niggas
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Leaving more than just information
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I'm stuck in this life forever
Verse 5
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The more things change the more
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they stay the same
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Who am i to
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the game?
You gotta move quick like
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The blocks hotter than
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Verse 6
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Real shit
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The Black Gangsta
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Blackhand Ent.
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Roc a Fella
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Never interrupt this thing of ours
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The Black Ganagsa
Jigga
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Hova
Roll with me
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