| Now if it goes to the wire
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| I will never fall, I got the soul of a fighter
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| Walk barefoot over coal, over fire
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| Nobody’s gonna love me like me, so I’m my sole provider
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| If it goes to the wire
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| I will never fall, I got the soul of a fighter
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| Walk barefoot over coal, over fire
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| Nobody’s gonna love me like me, so I’m my sole provider
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| Nobody thought I’d ever be dope with the pen
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| Whole first album was real, all wrote from within
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| Got a little bit of fame, I’m in the five, top off
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| lokin' again, nah, I ain’t smokin' again
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| Maybe I was too advanced, or 'cause the masses
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| Didn’t go through it firsthand maybe they couldn’t understand
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| The trials of a kid who never graduated
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| Maybe they’d rather hear some bullshit that’s fabricated
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| Like my rims keep spinnin' on the V on the ave
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| Fuck me gettin' shot at, or me gettin' stabbed
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| Fuck gettin' so high to the point that I was gettin' so high
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| Off of that high that I almost died
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| Fuck everything I’ve seen in the precinct that’s indecent
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| Or the coppers tryna keep me in there for no reason
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| Fuck being homeless, rib cage showin'
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| Last night I had beef but had to go there to eat
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| Fuck me growin' up and not gettin' to see Dad
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| Fuck therapy, detoxes and rehabs
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| Dudes in the hood being wild undercover
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| Or me beefin' with my child’s mother
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| Or fuck Joe Budden the Third, chill
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| 'Cause if you fuck with Joe Budden the Third then, nigga, that’s my word
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| Fuck the jealousy, deceit
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| Fuck the strong-arm and B&E's, much older than twenty-three
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| Fuck what I’m rappin', fuck this and the pad
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| And nigga fuck me missin' my dad
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| Maybe if I rap 'bout buyin' the bar out, or all the jewellery that I got
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| Then maybe y’all niggas’ll listen to that
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| But listen, know now that this is my whole style
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| And I can’t rap that other shit, I don’t know how
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| All the hate shit on me and the fakeness I see
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| I write the real and you can’t take that from me
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| If it goes to the wire
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| I will never fall, I got the soul of a fighter
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| Walk barefoot over coal, over fire
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| Nobody’s gonna love me like me, so I’m my sole provider
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| I don’t write so my label can be on top
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| Nigga, I write so the voices in my head just stop
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| Nigga, I write my life and it’s way too real
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| This is Pay-per-view, not the Dave Chappelle
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| Joey hated by many and loved by few
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| One of the last real niggas left, what you wan' do?
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| Trouble with my voice, but even without a voice
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| Still for every hood in New Jersey I’m the choice
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| Used to break up in a house for a TV
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| Two years later, look Mouse on TV
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| My story nonetheless
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| And it’s a story of success, nigga, it’s the story of the best
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| If it goes to the wire
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| I will never fall, I got the soul of a fighter
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| Walk barefoot over the coal, over fire… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Through the Wire , by - Joe Budden. Song from the album Mood Muzik Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп