| Spike Lee.
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| WAKE UP!!!
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| Yeah, word
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| (Do you know, where you’re goin to) Yes
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| (Do you like the things that life is showin you) Uhh, industry uh
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| (Where are you goin to) Uh Aiyyo what’s goin on y’all (nuttin) whassup?
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| It’s a few things you should know so let’s touch up (okay)
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| I was once one of y’all, I admit
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| But I never judge a book by it’s cover, mine was ripped
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| Look, most of y’all was a first class member
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| And now you’re gone and it’s past November
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| Word to Wyclef, I test the best
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| to go against the industry, without plan B And don’t count those that made it Even those one hundred million bucks still don’t equal up Yo, where you live, you got a crib?
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| I bet you got some brand Timbs, car got brand new rims
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| Look, it happened to Prince, it happened to Michael
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| It happened to Bobby, it happened to Whitney, is y’all wit me?
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| Yo, things go wrong when there’s no hit song
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| This chorus made for you, so y’all sing along, come on
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| w/ ad libs
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| (Do you know, where you’re goin to)
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| (Do you like the things that life is showin you)
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| (Where are you goin to)
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| (Do you know, what you’re goin through)
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| (Do you like the things that life is showin you)
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| (Where are you goin to)
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| Second, aiyyo I done checked the Vibe on any Rap Sheet
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| It’s the same beefs, even athletes (uh-huh)
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| There’s five types of ballplayers
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| Volley, foot, soocer, basket, base — all in the same race (to win)
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| What happen when the clock stop (uh?)
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| Injury, and no more wicked jump shots (two!)
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| ESPN ends…
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| There goes your 2 million fans and there goes your friends (uh-huh)
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| They don’t care who you are and what you did
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| You a Where Are They Now? |
| VH-1 type kid (it's over)
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| Major fact is, all the actors mad
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| Cause they Rolls been takin by rappers
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| How High? |
| You thought you had it all figured out
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| Get the car, get the truck, and then get the house (uh-huh)
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| Touchy subject, I ain’t wanna paint this picture
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| But Picasso’s dead, so I did it instead, do you know
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| w/ ad libs
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| Listen, uh-huh
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| This is for the nine to five worker, or nine to five hustler
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| That had to make ends meet, in the kitchen or the street
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| I wish drugs was food and water was liquor
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| So you’d kick back, kill thirst and not kill niggaz
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| Every real gangsters dies
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| Tony, Al Capone, Gotti, Bonnie &Clyde
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| It’s almost done for you, it’s about to end
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| Either linin six by two, or live in a 8 by 10 of sin
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| w/ ad libs
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| Yeah, wake up, serious, yeah
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| Huh, do you know |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Do You Know , by - Erick Sermon. Song from the album Chilltown, New York, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп