| «The Surgeon General of Chilltown, New York
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| Has determined, that the sounds you’re about to hear
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| Can be devastating, to your ear.»
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| Yeah, uh-huh, huh, Long Island
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| Queens. |
| Brooklyn, Bronx, Manhattan
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| Staten. |
| Y.O., uhh
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| Yo, E-Dub, I come from the gutter
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| The Ving Rhames of rap, it’s guns or butter
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| I make things happen, rappin
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| The game don’t wanna act right, we kidnap it
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| (Get on the floor!) Rob it like Napster
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| There’s gonna be slow-singin and flower bringin so call the pastor
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| The Roger Moore of the rap game
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| He’s 007, I’m E-Double the veteran, the name
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| (Erick!) The way I do it is Mean Joe
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| Green Eyed Bandit, nigga check the pamphlet
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| On my CD, you won’t hear the same
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| It’s two special guests, and the rest is my name
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| You won’t hear the bling, or the champagne — nuttin
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| You won’t hear a nigga on the microphone frontin
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| And no love songs, I’m not serenadin
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| I’m just narratin the streets on my beats
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| I’m a New York nigga, and Strawberry’s home
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| That’s a New York nigga, and it gets no bigger
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| Go figure; |
| ch-ch-check out, check out, check out «My Melody»
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| Bittin niggas' style that’s a Jayo Felony
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| I’m a rap pioneer what you tellin me?
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| This ain’t hot in the street, so what you sellin me?
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| That’s a bootleg rap, shake dance Duke
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| You a fluke, got proof and that’s that
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| Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens, Manhattan (uh-huh)
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| Chilltown, my nigga what’s happenin?
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| «Chilltown, New York» (chill. chill. chill.)
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| It was all good just a week ago
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| Suffolk, Nausau, Yonkers, Staten
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| Chilltown, my nigga what’s happenin?
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| «Chilltown, New York» (chill. chill. chill.)
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| Yeah, why didn’t you make your own music?
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| You thought Down South records’d do it — nope!
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| You’re you, and that’s them
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| Look in the mirror, that’s you, and that’s them — find yourself
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| If 'Pac came back he’d be a mad muh’fucker
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| Now all y’all proceeds should be goin to his mother
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| get your money, your career was cute
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| But y’all hoes will soon be exposed, open the doors
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| The Don King of the rap ring, I bring the mic
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| Promote the hype, be in Vegas that night, let’s fight!
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| Ding, there’s nuttin more to it
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| I’m takin back the city and that key you got to it — yep
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| I’m the first one to bounce Down South
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| A-T-L in ninety-two, I took that route — uh-huh
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| Real recognize real
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| Def Squad regime, the rap supreme, that’s my team, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Home (Intro) , by - Erick Sermon. Song from the album Chilltown, New York, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп