| If I was gonna tell somebody
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| I wanna make it clear that they see
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| Ain’t no room for hidin'
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| I want it to be you that would know
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| Yo, I gotta give a shout out to my mom
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| Yo, Miss Pam you the bomb
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| You all that miss lady
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| Yeah, look at your baby
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| I’m all grown, representin' my home in a zone
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| I’m proof that the ghetto has more than crack
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| Man, I’m a black American dream
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| And I work off pure, self esteem
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| Just a lump of coal, pressure and time
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| Changed to a diamond
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| Out shinin', out rhymin', out climbin'
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| And once I hit the mountain, spit like your main squeeze poutin'
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| Fall like the Vatican can stop me
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| Point the finger if you want, but I don’t know who you got
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| I rose to the top, fresh out a bottomless pit
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| And clawed my way, churned, crawled, balled and spit
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| And every brother is the same as Dice
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| Cause we all from the streets, we all have the same lighting
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| Yo, the hoods bug, it’s time to make things right
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| From north Philly to north Memphis to Cabrini Green
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| To all the wards, East L.A., y’all know what I mean
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| We from the same place as MJ and Martin Luther
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| Hip hop changed corner boys to producers
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| And if you look at it like that, It don’t seem that bad at all
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| You wanna know how to make it? |
| Just ask the Raw
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| No matter fact, the truth is dawg
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| Yo, you ain’t gotta ask at all, 'cause
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| If I was gonna tell somebody
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| I wanna make it clear that they see
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| Ain’t no room for hidin'
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| I want it to be you that would know
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| So I can describe my frustrations, or describe my love
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| Or describe the feeling, of looking up at a judge
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| Or describe the girls playin' double dutch
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| When we play kick ball
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| Or play catch a girl, get a girl
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| I know y’all remember that y’all
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| The hood that I love is the one without drive bys
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| Aye yo, the one we all love seen through a child’s eyes
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| I watch Happy Days, everyone was happy with glee
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| That’s when you think
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| «Why wasn’t it like that for me?»
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| But it’s all good because inside me is all hood
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| Now when I ride inside all leather and wood
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| Yo, make something out myself?
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| Didn’t know that I could 'cause livin' with poverty
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| Used to really bother me deep down inside
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| My tears never dried, anger kept me grounded
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| I never used my wings to fly
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| But I ain’t tell you how I felt about the hood, so y’all can hate it
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| I told you this so you can love it, and embrace it
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| If I was gonna tell somebody
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| I wanna make it clear that they see
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| Ain’t no room for hidin'
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| I want it to be you that would know |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song If I Only Had Words , by - Dice Raw. Song from the album Reclaiming The Dead, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп