| I idolized my father, he taught me to survive the horror
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| Cause times is harder, the skies are darker
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| Look through the eyes of the snake, see inside the monster
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| To rise, need divide and conquer
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| If it’s all about money, I don’t respect your power, that’s weak
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| They could prowl and devour, they cowards you ask me
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| Powers that be, mistreat us, mislead us
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| Thinking eventually we gon' bite the hand that feed us
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| Some of them, they tried to keep all up and from them
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| Move us all those and club them, eat, plural, it’s on them
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| New order of the ages, out of many one
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| While the rest of us is calmed out of pennies
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| None us starving, it’s problems we ain’t fed quickly
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| Our brethren’s would be the ones shaking heads with me
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| Jealousy, hate, lust and greed would spread quickly
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| Don’t call me brother if you ain’t breaking bread with me
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| + (DMX)
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| Don’t call me mother (Ohhh)
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| Don’t call me sister (Nooo)
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| Don’t call me brother (Whoooa)
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| Don’t call me father (Don't call me! Don’t call me!)
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| Don’t call me brother, we ain’t got the same mother
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| Or the same father, you get down like the other
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| Don’t speak on wisdom when you know you don’t love her
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| Don’t shake my hand when you wanna see me under
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| Don’t talk slick behind my back
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| Don’t walk like this when you act like that
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| You tryna bark on when instead you a cat
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| Come to your hood like «BAP! |
| BAP! |
| BAP!»
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| Mess with the kid if you want to
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| But your mans and them tell you it’ll be the last thing that you would do
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| You built like a scooter, I’m built like a hummer
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| Was built like a tank, you don’t want it baby, uh uh
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| Stop playing with D, it’ll get you hurt
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| You a girl, you can’t play in the dirt, you wear a skirt
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| You don’t know a damn thing about putting in work
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| With your whole effin blocks up the murder type, arf
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| Grrr
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| It’s a start
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| And they don’t know what it is
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| THEY DON’T KNOW WHAT IT IS!
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| AY! |
| (14X)
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| No no no |