| What you know about the 8th grade?
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| Three ways to make your life change
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| Take money, make money, aim steady, bang!
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| I was not about to do that
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| I said screw that, never move back
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| Trying to be a legend
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| Not just begging for some food stamps
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| Fist bumps and weed, they get high just for me
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| They gon' turn up my shit, then get turnt up and geek
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| Don’t be eating what you shit out
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| Perfecting what i give out, to live out my dream
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| You’ll hear bout the team
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| These young people, they love rap like I did in '09
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| I used to write my hooks about Jenny Brookes because boy that girl was fine
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| I used to make believe it was the place to be and section 8 was good
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| Till i got a glimpse of the other side and worked up out the hood
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| And now i walk around with no body guard
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| No guard around for no safe
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| Because when you make out it
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| You gotta bring it home, make a kingdom out your safe
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| Yeah green and white, green and white, some Irish pub we’ll just drink tonight
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| Or we could just hit Newbury with a bad bitch for a good time
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| Aaliyah took a flight, Michael fell asleep
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| I need some Addy, Addy I’m trying to focus on this money
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| Sonny sonny why you do it?
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| I just answer I’m the shit
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| All these bitches want the tip, like a waitress on my dick
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| And I’mma shoota! |
| for the youth, get used to the truth all mighty in the booth
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| They be like hold up, who you? |
| Get used to the face, niggas end up in a noose
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| I need that '94, biggie smalls before i die
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| Ana Ross here to love, in my trunk
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| White girls dancing in the front
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| You should love me in the city, hope you brought me in the burbs
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| Hope I speak for all the people that believe in what they heard
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| When they play my shit in school, I hope your teacher stops the class
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| Takes a look out the window and I’m standing by a Jag
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| Going vroom vroom, look at me, look at me, look at what we grew to be
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| One kid in the corner came up like mrs., who the hell is he
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| I’m yelling call me a king, please call me a king
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| If I don’t speak for the Youth, then I ain’t doing a thing
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| And im gonna do what i came to do
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| With my name up and a game so true
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| They call it justice in heaven they fear my flow down in hell
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| I treat these beats like i treat these freaks and keep them under a spell
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| They wishin' inside a well I’m on the way to my wish
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| I keep my focus off that, never take one eye off this
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| Two kids with a dream like Juicy
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| Soundtrack to the shit’s a movie
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| You are they all woulda moved me
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| Most friends I know would have used me
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| Sayin' «we go way back»
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| Like Jay-Z in a wave cap nigga throwback |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song '94 , by - Kings Dead. Song from the album Revenge of the Beast, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп