| Y’know I’m sayin'
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| I C U When I Get There
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| We came a long way from ducking strays
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| My niggas laid in the alley ways
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| Funerals were made, by the beauties sprayed
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| But now I’m different, somethin new today
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| I’m seein bright tunnels, bein my life crumbled before
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| Now I’m restored I wanna see more
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| Wanna explore, standin by the ocean shore
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| It looks like heaven just opened it’s doors, shinin on me
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| I’m like a diamond homey (yeah), yo…
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| So many eulogies we heard, usually leads to the urb'
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| To ease the nerve, but I believe in readin the word
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| Taking heed from the man that’s feedin the birds
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| The broaden my horizon, it’s hard survivin
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| I’m job applyin, I keep strivin, I keep tryin
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| I’m tryin to turn defeat to Triumph
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| There’s no place in this jungle for weak lions
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| Politicians and preachers, they keep lyin
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| And the streets supplyin, how many times do I have to heat the iron?
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| Every night there’s a gunfight
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| Fuck misery, I wanna see sunlight
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| I wanna know at the end that my son’s all right
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| Yo, and to all my fallen soldiers, that’s no longer here
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| I C U When I Get There
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| I reminisce on the R. Kelly I Wish
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| Yo, right now I’m writin the remix
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| Y’all heard the stories of the miseries
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| Rivals between enemies, there’s no love or no sympathy
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| Y’all heard the stories of the stress, death through debts
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| Project sex and welfare cheques, with Tecs
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| Automatics, y’all saw the graphics
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| Well, I know y’all had enough of that shit
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| I wanna see thrones, I want a land of my own
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| I want a zone, finally found my way back home
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| Sit back and relax, readin my poems
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| While the sunlight hit and gleam off the stones
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| It’s only natural, I want castles and black jewel
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| I want statues and marble floors
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| That’s what I have toppers for
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| Open up Solomon doors
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| Surrounded by priests, scholars and moors
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| Say my name, dollars just pour
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| Not that fake paper money
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| But the coins that they take from mummies
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| Everybody in my world 'bout the age of 20
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| Smell a rose, taste the honey, no achin tummies
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| I could write about my miserable life, critical nights
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| Fought physical in the spiritual fight
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| Israelite, mystical type, like a Hindu in white
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| Let me tell you what my visuals like
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| Insights of a High Priest, mind’s deep as the blue sea
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| Purple robe, brown Cuffie is all beauty
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| Absorb the ruby from yours truly, truly
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| Yo, I C U When I Get There, yeah (C U When I Get There)
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| Yo, I C U When I Get There
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| For all my homies over here (oh no no, I don’t know how long it may be)
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| I C U When I Get There
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| Pull out to Mark and Kev
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| Bob Marley here, Marvin Gaye, uh, yo
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| I C U When I Get There
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| To all my homies, straight up done over here
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| I C U When I Get There, yo (I'm just tryin to make a change to My Life)
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| You move that, yo
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| You know 1 and 2ers
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| On the tracks
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| Doin it ups (I know I know I know, you’d like to see your homie)
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| I C U When I Get There
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| All the great ones
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| Marion where you at?
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| Want you on the track
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| I C U When I Get There, huh (C U When I Get There)
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| Yo, yo, yo
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| I have been an inspiration to My Life
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| I C U When I Get There |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song C.U. When I Get There , by - Killah Priest. Song from the album Priesthood, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп