| My family dream with me Under city lights
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| Pump the light
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| The screamers rights
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| Just work it out but ya’ll ain’t hearin’it
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| Words Travel deep in your spirit alone
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| I cruise the block
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| And use the box
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| To serenade the moonlight with the speakers
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| Niggaz lean back, deep in your seats and feel me Cliques and crews n’hoods and gangs who love it
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| I’m, lovin’you dearly
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| Keep hustlin'
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| Jugglin'
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| Pressure, life, and success
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| Those who made it Debate it Until another’s deaf
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| We buried ourselves under the jail
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| Without shovels, and dirt under our nails
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| Bubbles with crime and trouble tales
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| And street violence turned extreme
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| (Calling out names)
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| To rippin’joints on stage
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| To cuttin’fame time short
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| To life supportin’nothin'
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| But just realize what ya’ll done
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| We’ve given 'em reasons to scream on us And it’s just begun
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| What happened to us in the bigger picture?
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| Don’t you understand when one of us falls?
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| Step and we’re all fallin’with ya
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| C’mon yeah
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| If you believe
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| Then I’ll sing
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| And you’ll believe that
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| (All I need is the love of my crew)
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| (Yeah Right)
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| That maybe you will do what you’re supposed to do Don’t even say
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| That you’re better than this
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| I represent for a nation, thought we was in it together
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| But I guess it gets strange when money rains in sunny weather
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| Tougher than leather
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| We’re weaker than glass
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| And shattered on the side of the road
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| Trying to get a ride, but pass each other fast
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| Closed Aves'
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| Throw hash
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| Ice and Whips
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| Have blinded us Never mind
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| How the mind just trips for glitch
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| Shit niggaz
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| Rich niggaz got us in tow
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| If it’s not enough they gotta put us all on a show
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| Ya’ll lost me Somewhere between wakin’and coffee
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| That shit changed so quick
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| I didn’t blink and it cost me Fuck it, it costs us Do you even know where we at?
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| Fuck you, and that we’re here
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| You can’t even open the map
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| Rap’s dead
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| Rap sucks
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| But thanks to ya’ll for
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| Killin’it
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| Grillin’it down
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| And spillin its guts
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| And fillin’it
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| Back up with trash
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| .Wait up I mean cash
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| Bangin (?) too synonymous
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| With media politics
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| (You know they love it)
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| If you believe
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| Then I’ll sing
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| And you’ll believe that
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| (All I need is the love of my crew)
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| (Yeah Right)
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| That maybe you will do what you’re supposed to do Don’t even say
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| That you’re better than this
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| What ya’ll fightin’for?
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| For the light of the raw battle
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| Naw!
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| Can’t be the latter
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| Cuz music just doesn’t matter right?
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| Maybe I’m pinchin’emotions
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| To broken ears
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| And livin in years
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| When shit was spoken clearly
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| Without all the bullshit
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| Pullin’Clips
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| Replacin’games with court gestures
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| Bought pressers
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| Proclaimed the best is paid
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| And just forsake the rest
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| Who made it possible to be spittin'
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| If you got the same type of us women
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| That’s grinnin'
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| Then the joint will keep spinnin'
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| I swear
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| It’s like swimmin’with sharks
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| In public pools in shallow water
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| And some of these artists are fuckin’your youngest daughter
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| Feel me?
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| Aint no real fam
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| Niggaz is playin you
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| Trust me I wouldn’t let my brother have his way with you
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| I’m only stating facts
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| Shit is plain as flood lights
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| We drop 10
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| I wanna fuck you, maybe 2, 1 mics
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| I’m just tryna keep it done right
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| One to Unity
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| I want our crew to be Just like it used to be If you believe
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| Then I’ll sing
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| And you’ll believe that
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| (All I need is the love of my crew)
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| (Yeah Right)
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| That maybe you will do what you’re supposed to do Don’t even say
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| That you’re better than this |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Crew , by - Jean Grae. Song from the album The Bootleg of the Bootleg, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп