| Aiyyo, what the FUCK is this shit that y’all are listenin' to nowadays on the
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| radio man? |
| You call that shit hip-hop?
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| THAT’S SOME FAGGOT BITCH SHIT Y’ALL ARE LISTENIN' TO!
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| All you DJ’s are lettin' the program directors handcuff you
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| And sit there and tell you how to mix?! |
| YOU FUCKIN' ROBOTS!
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| FUCK Y’ALL!!!
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| Real talk, serious thoughts
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| True and livin' with a youthful vengeance, yo
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| «Trust me I’m as live as it gets"-Royce Da 5'9»
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| At times I feel like my back’s against the wall
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| And if y’all ain’t with me, then it’s me against y’all
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| I stand my ground, that’s what I was taught
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| While others stand around, I hold it down like a fort
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| In the midst of war, I find peace within
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| Run, lock your doors, don’t let the beast get in
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| The mind is a terrible thing to waste
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| I show love 'cause it’s a terrible thing to hate
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| Of course I want money, but I won’t compromise
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| Y’all don’t realize, think I won’t bomb you guys?
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| With the truth nigga, stop misleadin' the youth nigga
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| Too many wakes and funerals, that’s the proof nigga
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| Our hood’s in danger, kids need guidance
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| You keep lyin', still the young keep dyin'
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| As I walk through the valley I fear none, yes I’m the chairman
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| Here with my nigga Premier son
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| And we came to change the game
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| We represent the pain that’s real talk, what’s y’all claim to fame?
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| Rappers simply tracin' flows and chasin' hoes
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| Frontin mad hard, that shit’s amazin' yo
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| Producers makin' Tinkerbell beats for them to rhyme on
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| They’re ass if they get on the same stage that I’m on
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| Our shit be rugged, like the New York streets
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| Make the wrong move stupid then you lose your seat
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| Cats be buyin' up SoundScans to beef up sales
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| Niggas wanna crossover, wanna be upscale
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| Fuck that, that ain’t hip-hop, that’s somethin' else
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| You’re better off back on the ave doin' somethin' else
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| All you suckers claimin' that you are, thug or gangsta
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| You disrespect the game by dry-snitchin' you prankster
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| I thank y’all for makin' more room for us, uhh
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| Ashes to dust you wonder who’s to trust
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| My sense of self, and my mental health
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| Is much more powerful, than any hint of wealth
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| A lot of niggas get cash, and collect Mercedes
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| But neglect their ladies, and forget their babies
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| Then the chicks turn and act like dudes
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| 'Cause they reflect our light, so yo act right fool
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| And this is just a piece of my mind, a thesis of mine
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| I’mma make moves and I’mma leave you behind
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| At times I feel like my back’s against the wall
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| And if y’all ain’t with me, then it’s me against y’all
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| I stand my ground, that’s what I was taught
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| While others stand around, I hold it down like a fort
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| In the midst of war, I find peace within
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| Run, lock your doors, don’t let the beast get in
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| The mind is a terrible thing to waste
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| I show love 'cause it’s a terrible thing to hate
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| «Trust me, I’m as live as it gets"-Royce Da 5'9»
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| «Trust me, I’m as live as it gets-Royce Da 5'9» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Peace Of Mine , by - Gang Starr. Song from the album The Ownerz, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп