| Y’all looking like the same rappers shipped off the same assembly line
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| Want to be king of the jungle, you niggas is lying
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| You the best at dressing up is what you really implying
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| Swag, here today, gone the next week
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| Either stand for something or just stay sleep
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| What it is, most of y’all prefer to stay sheep
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| Following the follower, the future looks bleak
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| Shout out to M. Eazy
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| The most known unknown can’t see the
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| Bottom line or even the in-between's
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| Until it’s all done, my nigga, I’m talking Queens
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| Things is uneasy when you switching up the scenes
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| Better stay inside that fence where the Astro Turf’s green
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| Yeah, this is what they call boom-bap
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| Where they try to figure out what’s in that backpack
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| Gold chains like I’m bringing Slick Rick back
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| No aim, extra clips for that black Mac
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| Neither, one time for the believers
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| Who wonder why my name ain’t burning up, catching fevers
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| It’s better than being mourned by the grievers
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| We on our 'Pac and Dre shit, they can’t see us
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| I’m in all black and brown, the provider of the sound
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| Niggas reign and we never been crowned
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| (Turn off the lights)
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| And light a candle
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| God gave you just enough for you to handle
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| (Turn off the lights)
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| I understand, oh
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| Niggas try to put a trophy on their mantle
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| (Turn off the lights)
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| And light a candle
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| God gave you just enough for you to handle
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| (Turn off the lights)
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| I understand, oh
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| Niggas need role models, here’s a sample
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| (Turn 'em off!)
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| Killers, you rappers is so flaky
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| Nigga, you can love or hate me, it won’t break me
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| Don’t respect what you build and your foundation’s shaky
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| Outfit ain’t worth a penny and that’s word to J. C
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| So, go on ahead and retell them lies
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| How your man got butter and now he sells the pies
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| Keep talking, nigga, yeah, detail the prize
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| I need to see dough for the biscuit, heat, swell and rise
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| Bang, like a Maury dame, the story changed
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| Niggas was big shots until Robert Horry came
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| Now they Corey Haim’s
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| Look, nigga, either you gonna shit or get off the pot, it’s seems poorly trained
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| Captain Jack Sparrow, I’m running a tight ship
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| 25/8, ain’t no day or no night shift
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| I want a pretty girl with a mouth just like a vice grip
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| You ain’t never seen 2 fat niggas like this |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Candlelight , by - Marv WonSong from the album Words Paint Pictures, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп