| Let me tell you 'bout my gangster wit I don’t follow no clique
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| I’m quick to flip a dollar out of 15 cents for rent
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| I’m a scholar in a blue Impala with dents
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| Such is life a stand up man that bent
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| I use this mic and MPC to vent
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| 2000 ways to slay a beat and hint
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| At what it all means brothers gonna call me dense
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| When I take my brain and let it touch the rain
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| And since then I’m a young king in training
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| And listening to the wind to see what its saying
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| In glimpses sometimes it all seems senseless
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| You trapped outside of white picket fences
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| Still gotta figure out a way how to make it real
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| In three ways: sports, crack or a record deal
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| And the homies know how I feel
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| Till I’m on the next level I’m a grind at will
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| One for the money two for the show
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| Three for the homies who got in the back door
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| One for the money two for the show
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| Three for the honies who got in the back door
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| Us rappers we love to tell the stories again and again
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| About the burning fire that rages within
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| But all you ever hearing everyday from your friends
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| Is that if you leave the herd there’s no way you can win
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| So what you gonna think about?
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| When everything around you is negative including your bank account
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| Scrapin' out a living in a major drought
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| With no avenue to let your anger out
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| You rattle your cage and shout
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| You pray they break you out
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| You stay truly devout
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| 'Cause you wade through doubt so deep
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| That you can’t tune it out
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| Blood boiling, you ain’t cooling out
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| And that’s why I stand on every stage and kick that verse
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| Like it’s the first and last time I’ll ever say it
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| I’m nothing if I’m not dedicated
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| Every win is celebrated for the soldiers that never made it
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| Trying to figure out where Awesome Dre went
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| And why Grand Master Cas still ain’t been paid yet
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| So since I’m blessed to run around the nation
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| I’m obligated to find a new lane and pave it
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| So if the little homies ever want to disconnect
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| From the matrix and jump off the slave ships
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| And when they swim they’ll have a destination
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| And they can come right on along and hit the same lick
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| Its entertainment but its more than that
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| Why you think Slug took me on the tour in fact?
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| Why you think El-P put his boys on wax?
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| And why you think Little Brother’s in the door like that?
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| It’s because God gave us something that makes us
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| More than record breakers, we’re our own saviors
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| Ask the average man about taking his life
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| In his own hands
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| And he won’t understand
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| That idea was stolen with the land
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| And we scrape for the few crumbs that fall from the hand
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| Live life hungry, work to get bummy
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| Or run we they 3, 2, 1 for the money
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| One for the money two for the show
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| Three for the homies who got in the back door
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| One for the money two for the show
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| Three for the honies who got in the back door |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song One for The... , by - Brother Ali. Song from the album Pigeon John and the Summertime Pool Party, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп