| You know we tryna eat right
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| Homies in the street life
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| So we holding heat like
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| We going at the beast ride
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| Never get no peice right
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| Tell 'em what it feel like
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| You know we get no sleep right
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| Not knowing of the peace life
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| Drama never cease right?
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| Killers on the creep night
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| So we got the cheap ride
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| Tell 'em what it be like
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| There’s a war goin' on outside no man is safe from
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| A hundred shells ripped off from out the K-drum
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| Straight from the slums, I’m riding with my day ones
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| Goons salute like, «Hello!», waving the gun
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| Smokin' aces, open cases, broken language
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| Oh jeez, taking straight sides with no chases
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| No respect, no love, so there’s no favors
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| Got a brand-new bag filled with old paper
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| Now separate the left in the gross
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| Never boasts, weapon blows for whoever approach
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| If you don’t know the cole that is pressing your dome
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| Never old dough, 9 out of 10, the special will blow
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| Better question what you reppin like «is this your man?»
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| You probably never know until shit hits the fan
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| This is the plan, got business to plan
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| Gotta a lick in between your sick hit the fan
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| You know we tryna eat right
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| Homies in the street life
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| So we holding heat like
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| We going at the beast ride
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| Never get no peice right
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| Tell 'em what it feel like
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| You know we get no sleep right
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| Not knowing of the peace life
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| Drama never cease right?
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| Killers on the creep night
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| So we got the cheap ride
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| Tell 'em what it be like
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| Bodies gettin' dropped on front street
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| Day in the life they say its life
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| They ain’t say it was right
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| When the plug’s started paying the price
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| Competition on the block 20k ain’t gonna make it tonight
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| Might make a nigga grab the drill then
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| Catch some niggas lined outside of the building
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| They ain’t give it up, he decided to kill them
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| Broad daylight, in the eyes of the children
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| I ain’t gotta tell 'em it’s real
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| Them numbers on the gangster state big compell 'em to squeal
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| Can’t save 'em, can only try to help 'em to heal
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| Fast life, get the money, can’t tell 'em to chill
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| I feel your pain, I was raised in the same drama
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| Ol beef, new face, on the same corner
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| They follow with the ways to face the same karma
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| Everybody out here trying to make their dollar
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| You know we tryna eat right
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| Homies in the street life
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| So we holding heat like
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| We going at the beast ride
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| Never get no peice right
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| Tell 'em what it feel like
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| You know we get no sleep right
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| Not knowing of the peace life
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| Drama never cease right?
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| Killers on the creep night
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| So we got the cheap ride
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| Tell 'em what it be like |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What It Be Like , by - Inspectah Deck. Song from the album Chamber No. 9, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп