| Put the mic on
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| Alright, c’mon
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| Yeah, yeah, ayo
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| Feelin' like Outkast, lay the stank on ya
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| Brothas giving dap, trappin' on the street corners
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| Bitches wavin' «Hi» in the next man’s ride
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| 'Cause she know she gotta pay them bills, trickin' on the side
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| And the kids seen so many stepfathers is alive
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| Drinkin' all the Kool-Aid, fuckin' up the vibe
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| Man, there’s so many parents just don’t understand
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| How to raise a child, educate 'em, teach 'em how to stand
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| And not to be a follower, people were like toddlers
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| When there’s no love, the heart becomes more hollower
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| Then you wanna be alone, the mind becomes shallower
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| The weak ones hang theyself, don’t let this life demolish ya
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| Uh, we can dominate the world with a plan
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| Stand next to each other then we hold hands
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| Brothas and sistas (Hey, young world)
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| Take it all with a grain of sand
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| It’s a deadly circumstance
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| From simply getting by, uh
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| It’s a brainwashed straw man
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| To keep you ill-advised, woo-ooh
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| It make a smart man stupid
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| And turn a rich man foolish
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| We got to man up, stand, up, hands up
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| Woo-ooh
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| See brothas get murdered over dice games
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| Bullets started to fly when the nights came
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| You got a bad chick and a nice chain
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| Be careful, them niggas right over there got nice aim
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| Catch you for a lot or a little bit
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| It really doesn’t matter 'cause the babies gotta deal with it
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| Opioid epidemic, so DM with no recollection
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| Body last found in the place where they people left 'em
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| The babies got it harder then ever
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| They calling them the internet babies
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| Microwave cell phone towers, fake food
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| Red meat makes the state of mind crazy
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| Police killing brothas like it’s okay
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| It’s like a modern-day slavery
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| Everybody stand, up man Up
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| Don’t let these wild beasts break us down
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| And put they hands on us
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| It’s a deadly circumstance
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| From simply getting by, uh
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| It’s a brainwashed straw man
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| To keep you ill-advised, woo-ooh
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| It make a smart man stupid
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| And turn a rich man foolish
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| We got to man up, stand, up, hands up
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| Woo-ooh
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| Save them children from the pry
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| Whole world
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| Show them nothing stops them but that same ol' lie
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| May God save that child
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| From this world so foul
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| I want a new Earth, new world, woo-ooh |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song New World, artist - Ghostface Killah. Album song Ghostface Killahs, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп