| Merry fifth-mas ‘til you get your trees up
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| Black Thought spit like a firearm — lickin' your knees up
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| Fifth militia crowd please alight Nate Wally
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| Worldwide — civilized when it speak ollie
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| Courage under fire — Thought, the wire-walkin' SP
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| Smooth-talkin' rap Attila — the hundred-spliff skilla
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| So travel the globe, there’s none iller
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| Come blows in the spine — tell her why the rhyme killer
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| Clone grafted on sweat that I shed — somethin' I said
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| Rock a fifth insignia all up on his head
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| My black lung regiment can’t relate with fake shit
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| I’m swimmin' with up inside the snake pit
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| Makeshift niggas is lost out there — the turn the mics off
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| Y’all MCs should duck down
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| We comin' with this well-wrapped sound from Philly-town
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| Shatter your crown — what the people want now
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| Now all these chickens runnin' round with they head cut off
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| And if you ever caught me sleepin', it was after I got my nut off
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| You like shinin'? |
| It’s gettin' shut off
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| We keep ones like strippers who shake they butt off
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| A lot of y’all can’t pay back advances
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| I get my grind on just like lap dances
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| We in the last days, the last chances
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| No storybook romances — me and Thought got the answers
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| If we wylin' or chillin' growin' up in bloody streets
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| Or even in bleedin' buildings — this rap thing feedin' millions
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| You on a mission to shine and glisten
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| ‘Cause money talks, and when it talks, motherfuckers listen
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| Now, ‘cause your ish flop
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| That don’t apply to me when my ish drop
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| I love hip-hop, and love Roxbury
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| Niggas be breakin' when I rock steady
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| But y’all ain’t ready for Eddie — c’mon
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| My team can only do the best that we can
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| And will never let a chicken make us less than a man
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| Breathe every breath that you can — I’ll be the life of the party
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| You’ll be the death of your man with your weapon in hand
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| Yo, I’m liable to let loose on my rival
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| On my arrival, I spit verses like the Bible
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| In a language that’s tribal to ensure my survival
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| Up in the clouds off the hydro
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| When I pass you, don’t get salted like a cashew
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| I do what I want to, and you do what you have to
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| Ed O.G. |
| — and none of y’all ahead of me
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| On point is what you better be — dog, check the pedigree |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nothing Ventured , by - Ed O.G. Song from the album The Truth Hurts, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп