| «Ay yo man, we bringing back the real knowledge
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| The real power in hip-hop
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| We are the streets, the movement
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| Hot street single smash»
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| We were sixteen, this means robbing was an option
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| Money was the problem, scrapping copper for some profit
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| Break it in for some gin, hope your mom don’t got a problem
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| Throw the bottle over the fence, and I hope nobody saw us
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| We were gone, we were dead, resurrect and go to bed
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| Just some dirty white boys with some drugs up in our hands
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| Never slanging dope, no, cause we’d rather just smoke
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| Ice cold, back roads, tires covered in snow
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| I’m taking it back to the basics, I’m bringing it back to the basement
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| See this that Christmas light shining, hundred one blunts to the face, shit
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| See I was fifteen, drinking like I was fucking thirty-two
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| All the things you and your friends do, I did that too
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| Broken glass, blunt ash, dashing away with the product
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| Peep it, flip it for some dollars, then we buy some more bottles
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| Our parents thinking that we missing, haven’t spoken some weeks
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| My shoes wet from the weather, hiding out from the heat
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| I’m just a young bad kid, wasn’t meant to do shit
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| I did things I wish I didn’t, I got things I wish I did
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| Just a young bad kid, wasn’t meant to be shit
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| I did things I wish I didn’t, I got things I wish I did
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| Feeling something like Jermaine Dupri
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| Jagged Edge I’m with the twisted team
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| White and cold, I’m like Mr. Freeze
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| But I’m looking something like Keanu Reeves
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| I switch the blade and she pop a bean
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| Heart stop and she drop to knees
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| She smell the smoke and she know it’s SESH
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| She see my eyes and she know it’s me, like damn
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| Did it really all change that quick
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| Now everywhere we go they know us
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| I wanna stop time, I don’t wanna go on any longer
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| Just give me a moment |