| Yo, I’ll be your black pantha, all in your dreams
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| Up Against The Wall they caught me 'cause you can cp And you ain’t suppose to die of natural death, that’s that
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| Got the world carved on mines, fuck who’s underslines
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| Watchin’all these niggas in the street for a while
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| Break it down more than motherfuckin’third port south
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| I keep it real ou keep it to yourself and don’t say jack
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| Every time I turn around and you’re all in my back
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| For what? |
| I don’t know
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| These others won’t leave me alone
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| I’ve been here for 20 years
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| I’m here to stand my ground
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| And these devils gettin’open but they can’t get down
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| Checkin’lyrics to the city like a newport c’s
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| These types of lyric that’s mine that’s organized with the time
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| I’m on the road checkin’my V.I.
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| I just wanted cut
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| But the seasons enough to touch got 'em all fucked up What you want right now you many see mad later
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| Yo my word is devine you got to seek and find
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| And took place to rest my mind ono petyy crimes
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| Yo I’m up against the wall
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| Yo the world is falling
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| Death is calling
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| I don’t know MC’s be brawling
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| On the mike, when I get hyped
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| Whenever you want yo whatever you like
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| bite on my style, I like that
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| Yo here is your feedback with one smack
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| Yeah, you know what I’m saying?
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| No time to be playing 'cause these niggas be delaying
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| Word yo when I get busy
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| Here and over there to New York City
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| One for one, one for all
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| I’m on the wall my back is on the wall
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| Yo is a wonderful world, a world of wonder
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| I thunder and thunder I won’t go under
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| Won’t get in the trap I’m passed all that
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| You stupid mothefucka my rhyme is phat
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| Phat as can be on the M-I-C
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| In the place to be, if you can see
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| You don’t know then go ask your momma
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| Eatin’MCs live like Jeffery Dahmer
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| One of one, one for all
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| I’m on the wall, I’m on the wall
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| That’s what I see in these stree rockin’rugged and hard
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| In this end five standers is gettin’pop this car
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| Niggas not keeping it real and they will get par
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| 5-O form my back thinkin’that they’re in guard
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| Brothers keep on deviding and we won’t get far
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| The devil’s on some slick shit ready to hold us down
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| But I maintain my focus and just hold the fort down
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| You all know a situation funny thing like this
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| Unsuspicious yellow cb riding thru the East
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| Stereo-type brother make the undercovers wonder
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| Got lawyers all in the East ready to shine my light
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| Nutcracker get 'em pen for his spark the night
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| for my brothers and my sisters in the streets dong their thing
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| My back is against the wall and can’t do a damn thing
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| Yo I’m Up Against The Wall |