| Son started in Brooklyn and you all know that
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| I call you son for a reason
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| that means nothing can come between us When we walk these streets
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| lyrics do get deep
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| because were born to die
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| shed tears and cry
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| mom dukes passed away when you was locked up son
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| they had you, suspended in time
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| so I kick rhymes
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| niggas livin off your fears and ideas to get paid
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| brothas makin the bounce and protect your wealth
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| and this punk style niggas screamin out for help
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| yo theres nothin in this world better than life itself
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| Young fools break rules, mic tools got me open
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| Im smokin, leavin all the punk rappers broken
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| no jokin, hopein for the best
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| east to west, Im like a killer puttin rappers to they rest
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| cuz theres no tricks, when I let off clips
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| I leave bodies in ditches, play bitch niggas like bithces
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| Nutcracker doin hits by the dozen
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| when I make moves, I ride the train wit my cousin
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| nowhere near simple
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| my mental, flex more complex than mozarts instrumental
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| from my temple, times a bad sign
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| and if your doin that
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| your suspended in time
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| Don’t talk the talk if you can’t walk the walk
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| The crew bringin the ruckus no doubt
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| Yo son, I think about my soul
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| cuz your shell is just a frame
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| only used for money, hustlin and playin the game
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| I want my chance to live long
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| what like Marvin Gaye, I may be dead and gone
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| but my word will be born
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| this is for my niggas and chicks
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| who live in the ghetto
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| we walk the. |
| streets of gold, diamond pearls and girls
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| and theres nothin better than this course were in the new world
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| seein people everywhere that I thought I saw before
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| check it out party people as we reign supreme
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| yo the Group Home manifest got mad love for the team
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| I know that it’s tough comin up in the streets
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| you will be strong because you cant be beat
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| you gotta put your mind on achieve mode
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| go for your goals boom boom explode
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| everybodys in the way but they can’t hold you back
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| that’s how it is and we do it like that
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| yeah.so shwoin whatchu got
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| no time for fakin moves, the time is wastin on the clock
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| you know how I rock, I rock non stop
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| hop on stage, you jump on my jock
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| here’s a dope rhyme one time for yo mind
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| if you deaf dumb and blind your suspended in time |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Suspended In Time , by - Group Home. Song from the album Livin' Proof, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп