| Man, you win some, lose some
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| They run the gamut from hilarious to gruesome
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| In my life I done caught some and threw some
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| And I done been in some shit
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| But this is one that I will never forget
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| Testosterone-filled hallway confrontation spectacle
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| Time to see who got the testicles
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| I’m not the type to holler, What you wanna do then?
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| Hands parallel to my shoulders, I keep it movin
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| There’s one thing I hate is for another man to take control
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| Of a situation, you don’t want me to play the role
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| I’m in my element on Front Street, I love a spotlight
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| Bringin an audience to diss me is just not right
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| I told him, Listen stupid, I know what you’re here to do But we’re not gonna do it This is a movement that I’m part of it You’re lucky I’m a righteous blackman
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| And you thought I had issues now, really had em back then
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| I turned my back with the anti-climatic spitefulness
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| That’s the worst type of diss
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| And I stepped off, adolescent, passive aggressive
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| Jesus Christ superstar to send the world a message
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| And there stood little man soft dick in hand
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| Wonderin What the fuck just happened? |
| Not enough to kill a man
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| I turn the corner like as long as he ain’t pullin a gun
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| I’d rather catch a ass-whippin than run
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| I put them out there bad, too, really, they had to I turned around, they runnin right directly at me, they looked mad, too
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| A half a minute felt like a half an hour
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| When he got close enough I stuck him once for black power
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| All three bombed on me, started swingin me around
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| Hollerin, Get him down, get him down!
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| I’m like fuck that, y’all don’t gettin me on the linoleum
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| So three white boys can start stompin only one
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| They didn’t hold back at all
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| They started bangin my head against a steel locker like a freakin racket ball
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| Grill was all busted, the locker was rusted
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| And when my face hit it it split my bicuspid
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| They spilled blood on my 'Boys N The Hood Increase the Peace’t-shirt
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| Now, isn’t that symbolic?
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| I came to school a week later with a eye full of stitches
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| And I held my head higher than bitches
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| They lookin at me like, Yeah y’all done fucked me up What you think that’s a thing that’s gonna shut me up?
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| Shit, nope, still swaggerin, still battle rappin
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| And still not givin em the satisfaction of bein mad |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Win Some Lose Some , by - Brother Ali. Song from the album Shadows On The Sun, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп