| It’s that shit right here
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| It’s that big boy music!
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| Yahmean?
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| Thinkin of a masterplan me and my man
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| hand to hand on the grind since a half a gram
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| Understand even then you couldn’t pass me hand
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| was on the land all geared up and Dapper Dan
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| Around the year of them classic jams
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| I done seen niggaz get bitch slapped and ran
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| Word to yam a few got rich and swam
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| while I was sunk with they G packs trying to pump
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| It’s over, no closure cars gave niggaz exposure
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| I was carried by Allah on his shoulders
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| Sober my first AR in the hood
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| Would of stuck a muhfucker and bring his truck if I could
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| Understood I was strong headed
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| But them streets and them guns gave me the wrong fetish
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| Cool whatever, I’m here we can do whatever
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| from the cars to clothes to the jewels whatever
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| Why worry? |
| I’ll rest when I’m dead and buried
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| so for now I’ma dress, get head and be merry
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| (Muthafuckers)
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| My minds still in the grind you wouldn’t understand
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| It’s been a long time since we was going hand to hand
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| When the block was too hot we had the look out man
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| Playing the corners to warn us soon as he saw the blue van
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| Plans to conquer the street
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| branded in my head like the mark of the beast
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| My knowledge so ominous I plot in my sleep
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| when I eat my niggaz eat
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| We take the bitter with the sweet
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| If I die few’ll cry, less’ll do a bid with me Once intrigued with money and fast cars
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| stubbornly I sold crack to my mans moms
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| Suddenly it troubles me so I asked God
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| forgiveness for pasts wrongs and future sins
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| Presently the coop I’m in View as heavenly as the roof of? |
| Sens?
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| Like Vince Carter I’m too intense
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| for dudes defense to stop me I abuse the rim
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| Anybody can ball I do it to win
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| Son it’s +Doe or Die+, all that other shit aside
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| Any sign of betrayal my nine’ll improvise
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| I spit the sickest rhymes
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| Daydream of getting mines
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| Fuck scales and just as I? |
| tri-beamed to digitize?
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| Pure white perrico I cooked over a greasy stove
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| From Brooklyn to Queens to O-T
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| with keys I sold in a V So cold when I hit the street many people froze
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| My team deaded the block till it decomposed
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| And was under our complete control to each his own
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| I don’t sleep on niggaz in the street no mo Cause when shit hit the fan even Nino told |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Redemption , by - Cormega. Song from the album Legal Hustle, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп