| This is a word to the wise, never sleep where you shit at
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| The ghetto keep a riddat, watch who you spit at
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| The enemy who said «Fuck Peace and Serenity»
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| I keep a tight family like the Kennedy’s
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| Streets take virginity
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| With long nights of Hennessy, and obscenities
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| The coco, kept a lot loco, but never made me loco
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| Everything’s legit, but my eyes on the po-po
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| A vet in this game, you young niggas tryna go pro
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| Rep it like a lawyer, this was pro bono
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| To most that’s a no-no
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| No gimmicks, classy hoes, flashy clothes
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| Cursive logos, strictly solos
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| Timb boots and Polos, play the low low
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| And take you crap niggas out like a promo
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| To my man Edo G, hip hop devotion
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| Peace to my dunns to those who stack ones
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| Underground new shit, you don’t spit son
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| Yo.
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| Other bein' around when there ain’t no snipes or stickers left
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| You could meet a quicker death, talkin' shit wit yo liquor breath
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| False courage, I don’t encourage
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| We can go head up on Pay-Per-View with live coverage
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| You rap cats is programmed like a outreach
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| Club thugs wanna bone I got ya mouthpeice
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| Ridin' scooters down in South Beach
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| Keep it jinglin', while haters freezin' in the winglin'
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| I’d rather know a thousand millionaires
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| Than a million hundred-aires
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| I’d of dogged two in a hundred years
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| I’m a Savage like Fred without The Wonder Years
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| And it’s my last resort, when the gun appears
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| It’s a blessin' bein' 'boveground
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| Knowin', bombs would touch down. |
| soon as I touchdown
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| A lot of dogs is bloodhounds
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| But Edo G gon' hit you when I bust down
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| To my man Edo G, hip hop devotion
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| Peace to my dunns to those who stack ones
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| Underground new shit, you don’t spit son
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| Yo
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| To my man Edo G, hip hop devotion
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| Peace to my guns to those who stack ones
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| Underground new shit, you don’t spit once
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| It ain’t about how you flow, it’s about who you know
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| And who gon' get behind you wit dough to make you blow
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| I’mma show you, pay you niggas back like I owe you
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| I don’t trust none of y’all, as far as I can throw you
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| What I go through, everyday life that gets harder
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| Niggas get on, and get tried in Nevada
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| We could talk about chips like, Erik Estrada
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| When I put it in Ducatta, you rhymin' 'bout nada
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| But Edo G, get that lee-way
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| Hear my name on the streets with that «he-say-she-say»
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| I’m ahead of my time, runnin' back like a replay
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| You like a Tuesday, a «weak-day»
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| Hungry MCs is tastin' nothin' but defeat today
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| I’mma eat today, that completes today
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| Get y’all folks behind me and lead the way
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| What more I need to say?
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| I’m standin' on my own two feet today
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| I’m standin' on my own two feet today
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| And it won’t stop
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| To my man Edo G, hip hop devotion
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| Peace to my dunns to those who stack ones
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| Underground new shit, you don’t spit son
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| Ayo
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| To my man Edo G, hip hop devotion
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| Peace to my guns to those who stack ones
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| Underground new shit, you don’t spit once |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Situations , by - Ed O.G. Song from the album The Truth Hurts, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп