| Yeah…
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| G-H… 32… Skywalker
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| Yeah… Movement!
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| Uh huh powerful man
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| To the graveyard straight from the sandpit
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| To the first time we was both on the same charge
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| I’m the reason why you ain’t scarred
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| I got your back and we ain’t even from the same block of flats
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| Two of a kind, my brother from another mother
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| Nevertheless we love each other
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| I still remember when we stuck up Bubba
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| He came back shouting «motherfucker»!
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| We stood our ground because of pride we never done a runner
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| So we took a beating, and never looked appealing
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| But what a friend is, I finally understood the meaning
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| On the grind together
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| From the worst to the finest weather
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| We had plans but we was minus cheddar
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| Money over bitches I ain’t never said vagina’s better
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| Find a treasure, that’s a finer pleasure, never wife a heffer
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| I thought that we would shine forever
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| But we was both wrong and I was like «hold on»
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| «Where's the money, the bitches, whips and clothes gone»!?
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| And then I realised it’s all about the being white
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| A key of each just might be the key to life
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| I’m trying keep discreet cause the police are hype
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| I’ll keep it cheeks 'til the fiends arrive
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| Keep the peace for a peace of mind
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| A piece of yours is a piece of mine
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| A piece of mine is a piece of yours
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| When you’re parents kicked you out
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| You never had to sleep on floors
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| You and me, we can make it last
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| You and me must forget the past
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| Family tree we been dogs since the hush puppy days
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| We run around with sluts from the way
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| I’ll never see you get thumped in your face
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| But still we been accustomed to pain
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| I remember when you’re pops past away
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| I come past for days, the memories circle my brain
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| I remember when you earnt off an eighth
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| And first copped your chain
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| Now, how many O’s later
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| Just count how many hoes rate us
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| We’ll forever hold status
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| And know that I mean this
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| I’m a father of 1, you got 2 so let’s just say I got 3 kids
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| Christmases and birthdays they’ll receive gifts
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| I’m picturing your girl saying «daddy we miss»
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| You living in a cell life’s a peak bitch
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| True… so we ain’t never slept with her
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| Had a plan for the grams and you said «we'll be richer»
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| But now you’re gone, I’m depressed in peace nigga
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| You and me, we can make it last
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| You and me must forget the past
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| Truthfully you and me? |
| Didn’t used to see eye to eye
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| But when your mum past away we put our differences aside
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| And I got to know France better
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| Way before the trips up the country in harsh weather
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| 80 on the clock with like 80 of them shots
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| Coming back around sunrise
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| Back when I used to cop the weight and couldn’t cut it up
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| Carmen Room’s the first rave that I fucked it up
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| First caught a case and had the luck to bust
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| You introduced me to Melissa and Camdy
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| Check the link in our family
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| Going back to like Melvin and Boisey
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| Vernon and Floyd, when they gave birth to the boys
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| It ended up as little baller and Scorcher
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| I remember when you left the ends
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| You was like 100 miles out
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| And you still came back just to check for friends
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| and Joe, you even dropped P’s on my girl
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| And I swear that’s why me and you are best of friends! |