| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, M.G., Large Pro, yeah
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| C’mon, right, yeah, up now
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| M.I.C., yeah, yeah, y’know
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| Yeah, it’s that time nigga
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Now, it’s like a maze that I’m trapped in
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| Where guns are clapped, people scramblin
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| Hustlers are back from out-of-town trips gamblin
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| Three dice are rolled, hit the asphault tumblin
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| Trips felt, niggas paid the bank off are mumblin
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| When I’m comin in, couldn’t see all my pain
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| Some are drained by the struggle, others have no shame
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| Lame rival cats goin hard, talkin all that fake shit
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| Runnin out of patience, hungry ghetto niggas take shit
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| Niggas need paper, rob the bodega, real as when 'Pac
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| Pulled the burner, killin Old Man Quillis
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| How real is, knowin statisticians say that I’ll be dead by
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| Quarter life I lived, pullin my bid
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| So that my kids never know, bein locked up or poverty’s wrath
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| Sit and practice and master my craft
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| Took control, broke camp, halfway home
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| Better than when old timers came home, I can’t complain
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| Smile at rain anyway, too cool jewel droppin
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| My CD’s the answer when propped in the same way I clocked in
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| I was born with it, so it’s love now
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| Y’all are unaware and I ain’t scared cause I’m up now
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| Yeah, yeah yeah
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| Comin up sunny, yeah, I’m up now
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| That’s right, uh, that’s right
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| Yeah, to my niggas, I’m up now
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| Yeah.
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| Yeah, I’m up now
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| Yeah, uh, uh, uh-uh (Mic G!)
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| Yeah, yeah I’m up now
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| A revolutionary real nigga
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| You fuckin up to all my X’d out pill niggas
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| Double Bentleys is gross, Navigator matter shit, rhyme shift
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| More definin than when planes and the Towers were hit
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| Cowards spit lies, SL-55 drop
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| Bein tailed by them federal guys, honies hide
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| With the fellas gettin dicked down, passed like a blunt
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| Filled with haze, that seem to burn slower with hash
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| Flashy niggas brawl, what the fuck is goin on?
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| Lost some are flowin wrong
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| Niggas servin fifteen and goin on
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| With dark skies, fighter jets over city skies
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| Mami’s workin all she seem to think about is pretty eyes
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| So recognize, shit is bigger than the picture perceived
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| It’s a war now, please believe
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| All my G’s get it together we’re lost in the whirlwind
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| All my niggas rise from the slum cause I’m up now
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, ye yeah
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| Yeah, now, I’m up now
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| Right, yeah, ye yeah
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| Yeah, cause I’m up now
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| Yeah, ye, up now
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| Word up son, I’m up now
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| Yes, yeah, yo
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| Yo.
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| See I’m the most provacative, let 'em have what I gotta give
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| Epitaph of struggle I surpassed and the drama lived
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| Monumental thinker, hang hard, never sinkin he will
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| The kind of play don’t want my enemy feel
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| Wastin time caught up, did a white line new year’s
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| Celebratin later I was moved to tears
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| I’m forgiven, still spittin, truest vision get it crunk now
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| Righteous little nigga you a star cause you up now |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Up Now , by - Mic Geronimo. Song from the album Long Road Back, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп