| Hear me, see me
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| Welcome to Soundview projects
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| Bronx, New York, 10 473
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| Intersection action ribs touching
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| New gutter smacks replacing the whole Dutchman
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| Loose Mamis fucking, they definite land mines
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| Dudes with no right hustle throwing gang signs
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| Empty in the webbings broke and underpaid
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| Fighting federal cases with legal aids
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| The unlit stage tonight performing lime desires to eat
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| Can get you in a 8 by 5, the Corner’s younger
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| I smell, feel, touch and taste they hunger
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| Next in line to rep these street signs to they blunder
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| Under, wiping tears from his eyes facing the felony
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| These niggas wanna be pistol Pete without the penalty
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| His last words, promise me this much in death
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| Don’t let my boy live to retrace my steps
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| Minne, stay safe, move quiet and get it
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| If you encounter opposition get a inch from they face with it
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| Later amigo, digest the day to end discreetly
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| Sex money and boss
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| My ties to hear me see me
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| True villain
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| Face covered, driving gloves
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| Commit by my lonely when push comes to shove
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| They say that grown men lay on they prey
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| Took shorts in the street
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| Came back and made up for that with that white sheet
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| Revenge is best served cold
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| Get it the same way you give it
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| This ain’t fear I just need to get away with it
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| Son, stop over here, you looking at me like I’m lame
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| But I’m looking at y’all like y’all call this the drug game
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| Grand child hosing sims
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| Put the heroin in Queens
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| Put pops freeman on in the early seventies
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| I sat in rooms with money machines
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| Drugs sitting 3 feet off of the floor
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| Cover the smell of the raw
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| Chest moves like bars scale my connects untimely
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| King Henry from 12th street flooded the Bronx in the 90's
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| 03 scene MVP and one accord
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| Boss makes decision, paper wins awards
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| See me, hear me
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| Welcome to Brooklyn, New York City 11 206
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| Roosevelt projects, wild rose water the plant
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| Son, you know what it is
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| From the moment that you come over the bridge
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| And if you don’t ride with me
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| I’m gonna show you some shit
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| I’ma show you where my niggas stay sure on the mix
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| I’ma show you where the pain and the poetry is
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| Ghetto young’s spend a lot of time alone in the crib
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| BET on the screen, walls and posters of big
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| Hustlers getting dough sitting low on the 6
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| Blazing up the ambro glow over they wrist
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| Hop in the game knowing the risk
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| Still down to load up they clip
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| Gamblers with hopes of rolling the trip
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| But when you hear head crack there ain’t no rolling again
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| Snatch the dice and everything you want is going it in
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| This how it happens, good people, bad habits
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| Diabetics, crack addicts, asthmatics
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| Searching for the truth leaping through the holy tablet
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| The bible, the Quran, or the Ten crack Commandments
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| Speak on it God, what’s today’s mathematics
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| The five day forecast, the Dow Jones average
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| The price of beer, cigarettes, bread, milk and pampers
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| Life is a test and we all got the answer
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| The streets keep calling its hard not answer
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| And on my Government, my attribute, my all
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| So it’s only natural I holla black and respond
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| Brooklyn stand up and make 'em all sit down
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| I call but no we do not fuck around
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| That’s what it is
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| All day
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| That’s what is niggas
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| Official, official
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| That’s how it is niggas
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| BX, Bk live all day
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| Get with it
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| Grown man business |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Grown Man Business , by - Mos Def. Song from the album The New Danger, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп